Welcome to Sue Vincent’s weekly Write Photo challenge. Every week, she provides us with one of her photographs.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green hill against a misty, grey sky. Across the top of the hill strides a strangely proportioned figure. His head is bowed and he is carrying a staff.
He had travelled many miles, living off the land on his solitary journey.
Where his destination was, he had no idea other than he would know when he arrived.
Strange cloud like creatures littered the hillside. They walked on spindly legs eating the grass unchallenged and were totally uninterested in this stranger.
He did not see the two of them watching from the tree.
No more the size of his foot, they blended and merged with the leafy shadows, unseen and unheard, but aware of his presence.
He trundled on.
The sky was grey, yet there was a lightening ahead.
He was drawn to it, and noticed activity in the valley as he approached.
He was familiar with ants and their colonies, each having a purpose and position in their community. This was similar and he saw they were not ants as he shielded his eyes against the brightening light.
He heard voices but could focus on nothing because of the light and the movements were too fast for his angular body.
Suddenly everything was quiet, calm, and clear.
He stopped, amazed at what he saw.
Food and refreshments were brought to his feet.
A place of rest had been built to accommodate his frame.
He had been expected and was made welcome.
He had reached his destiny.