Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe). If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too. Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.
“… meet me in a dream of this hard land.”
The sun set gray behind the ash rising on the horizon. The fires had been burning in the west for longer than he could remember. Some he met worried they would spread east but it had been years and he’d never seen a flame.
He watched the darkness spread towards the west and eventually overtake the gray. There would be no stars. The nightly winds brought clouds with them that sat low upon the ground.
As the stillness of the evening settled into his mind he threw his bedroll on the ground and prepared for sleep. As always, his thoughts drifted to the friends, the brothers, he had left behind. Some had gone to battle the raging fires. Others had stopped traveling to try and build something, a life, a home, a family, here and there along the way. He alone had kept on.
He missed them but he did not regret his choices. His path was hard but so was theirs. Life can kick and gnaw and grind a person down even when everything seems to be going their way. He could not fight who he was. They couldn’t fight who they were. Trying to do so would have been folly.
A chilling breeze pushed down from the clouds and he curled further into his blankets. It would rain later, he knew. The ground would be colder and harder in the morning and yet he would wake and carry on. That was what he knew how to do best.
Turning towards sleep, he yawned and murmured, his eyes already closed and his thoughts drifting back across the years to his brothers, “I’ll see you all again. Until then, stay safe and meet me in a dream of this hard land.”