Chapter 30I sit staring at the little fire I pulled together in the basin of the clearing I found. My ass on a fallen rotten tree, feet at either side of my rock circled mini campfire. Somewhere caught in the unremarkable depths of another dense dark wood, in the middle of nowhere, that is not as far from the mountain as I would like it to be. Sunny today, with no breeze, and the atmosphere has an almost serene calm to it.
I m far enough that fires no longer make me nervous, even when sat in an open clearing like this, as I doubt anyone would see the smoke now. No idea where I am anymore, only know how to go back to where I came from.
That s the thing about us ... we can always find our way back to places we ve been or left, but without a map, I don t know how far I am from where I start
