Dried up scrub characterizes the terrain we pass through. So all the more we are excited by the prospect of greenery in the distant valley. We should reach it tomorrow.
No doubt it will be refreshingly green, but I wonder for how long.
How long until it’s lushness gives way to the grayness that surrounds us here?
That question paled to nothing when the Captain reminded us that it’s been days since we last glimpsed the army to our south.
We know, per Tomas and later the ex-soldiers, that the warplanes did no damage to its viability.
Are they still behind us? Or have they gained or surpassed us?
I have a premonition that they must come through here.