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| Tomorrow�s Sun by IamBoris The ardent sun sets again, closing this day of tiring travel at last. Perched in my wagon, one among many, I watch as beyond the mighty trees, beyond the distant horizon, our protector falls from sight, leaving me alone with my thoughts, and with my fears. The plains seem endless, the west an eternity away. But the sun retires there, each and every night, so I know the west is real. I know it can be reached. Nearby, the livestock graze, not understanding why they�ve walked all day, only that they have, and that they�re tired. As are we all. In the distance, three teepees stand side-by-side, and I suspect they�re watching us with the same trepidation with which I am watching them. I pray we will be welcome as impermanent neighbors. Darkness descends. The omnipresent mountains to the north, become, bit by bit, as invisible as our destination. Therein lies the most difficult part of this journey. The trusting. I must trust that they are there, and that I am going somewhere. The sun gives me hope, gives me trust, lets me see� something. In setting, the sun gives way to darkness, but it also shows the way. I see tomorrow in the setting sun. Each day, I grow closer to my protector and to my new home. |
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