Day Six Hundred Fifty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We thought those flying lights had given up, but they had only moved back their appearance by a couple of hours. They were unhurried in their movements, making wide, lazy turns over one particular area, closer to us than last night, but far enough away not to raise our concern.

However, what was markedly closer was that campfire out in front of us which we assume marks an encampment. They must not have moved at all yesterday.

We were about to turn in for the day, when Tomas discovered a source of water. He had been watching a flock of birds when of a sudden they left the sky. They led him to a pool fed by a small stream.

Day Six Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Flock upon flock of birds passed over our heads today, originating from somewhere to the north and flying like arrows to the unmoving mountains to the south.

I think they are cranes. Tomas believes them to be as big as the condors he is familiar with.

Elijah caught up to us at midday. We had just finished our meal. I noticed that he did not eat anything. Nor, I believe, did he yesterday.

I did not call attention to it. Neither the Captain nor Tomas seemed to notice. They were more intent upon putting more miles behind us.

Elijah’s step is firm and energetic and shows no sign of lagging. His wit is sharp and engaging.

Should I fast too?