Day Two Hundred Six Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

So good to rest after walking the night through. Though when moving I did not feel the hunger so keenly.

Wish I could wash. I was pelted with ash borne by the wind from the fires. Did my best to shake it off, but the smell lingers.

Should pass into the desert tomorrow.

Look to the Spirit’s leading.

Day Two Hundred Five Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Couldn’t go on beyond four hours of daylight. Sought succor from the sun’s heat in the crevices of the rocky wall that defines my path.

The light of burning fires in the city reflected on the clouds last night helping me along my way. I may only have the moon tonight.

The periods of hunger lengthen.