Day Two Hundred Two Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Saw Grazie plainly in the van of the stream rising to meet the Glorious One. Grateful.

Was also gratified to see some individuals rising from the direction of the city.

The sound of the trumpet reverberates in my memory, marking also my parting from Lyle.

Push onward.

Day Two Hundred One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle and I left immediately. We took nothing with us, save the clothes on our backs. Not a morsel of food, for each knew that days of fasting awaited us.

We reached the vineyard easy enough, helped by the path’s familiarity and the penetrating light of a full moon before it set.

And there we stayed. And rested. Neither of us wanted to stumble around in the dark attempting to find the narrow track down from the plateau to the desert.

With the first glimmer of dawn we were on our feet and on our way.

We had just emerged from the narrow track when the trumpet blew. The very air shook and the ground trembled.

No time to waste.