Day Four Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The dust of many a mile had coated our limbs by our arrival before the walls of this port city. And like we found its sister port on the mainland behind us, no gates were open. And no one presented themselves to greet us or send us away.

Elijah set our immediate agenda. We washed off in a public fountain outside a closed gate. Then we proceeded to skirt around to the nearest point from which to view the harbor.

He judged the day too far spent to allow us time to trek around to the far side of the city. So we set up camp and built a larger than usual fire.

Perhaps they will come out to us.

Day One Hundred Eighteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

A group of the east end leaders came to collect us. So our agenda was decided before the day began. After a brief hesitation, we concluded it would all be for the best. The more we know before we meet the rulers of the city, the better.

Besides, we grasped the benefits of our outing to the fields almost immediately.

For the gardens are located on the plains towards the desert. Just the sight of it in the distance rekindled the longing in my heart to be there. Now we know the best way to go once the time arrives.

And we learned more from our fellow laborers as we toiled.

I’ll sleep well after this day of hard work.