2018.04.21 13:00 - Looking and remembering

 

Storm Nordwind sits quietly. There are just the sounds of the fountain and occasional birdsong.

 

Eden's pink lotuses continue to evaporate over the east side of the pool.

A distant forest to the south obscures where must be the Welcome Center.

 

To the east, a stone circle looms. As in real life, it's funny how often we're drawn to write on the ancient monuments. Perhaps we believe they will carry our thoughts into the future, just as they themselves have survived for millennia.

 

--BELL--

 

To the north are plains leading to a distant hill, where once were thriving gardens.

North-west there is a distant road running through many oriental gardens.

Nearby to the west are tended gardens - scattered with the detritus of a party. What a time they must have had!

 

Storm Nordwind: I am amazed that the pool remembers me! Sometimes I do not remember my Self.

Storm Nordwind: What a privilege to be here! :)