Trail of Ants

And so it was written, that a noble knight would renounce his legacy and set off on a great journey. He would venture through foreign lands, flicking morsels of exotic food into his mouth and drink from foreign goblets. He would sway with the largest forests, duck under rocks and dive under cover. Steeds would take a dozen forms and lead him to a blushing damsel. Throughout the entire journey our knight would scribe a thousand scrolls, keeping us enthralled in wondrous waves. Our eyes would open wider than a swollen river, we’d gasp louder than a playful wind and feel more joy than the first tears of a drought. Continue reading ‘A Knights Trail: Two Years On’