It had been many daylights, and sunsets since my return to the grove at the forest’s edge; by my count five days, but it felt like so much more.
I lie there on my pallet, looking up into the ceiling of the wigwam, large in size, and quite inhuman by all comparisons in its enormity. Through the thick, sturdy bark and animal hide, I imagined my eyes reaching the sky that I so yearned to see that evening.
It was surely nightfall by my estimation, the moon had most assuredly made it’s ascent into the night sky to display its magnanimous beauty amongst the stars. Oh, how I wished I were laying in the grass near the grove that stood at the line of the forest’s edge.
With a small wave of my hand, the thick bear hide that sheltered me from nature’s course, was suddenly sheer, allowing me spa
