Let There be .. Mud

I am frustrated.

figures

The Sky did not bring me to my knees .. nor do I feel as if I have won anything. That is enough to frustrate any man. That sense of having to wait .. for all the answers ... till another time.

Mud

The entire world is made out of mud. I do not believe there is any soil or water left which is not been combined into mud. I do not believe there is a place that is not contaminated with it. It is everywhere. It clings to the wheels binding between the spokes. It grinds in the axles. The wagons weigh much more than they should .. and pulling them through the mud is a heavy chore in itself ... let alone with the extra burden.

The kaiila's claws are full of mud. Clogging and clinging to the hair of their paws. But at least they do not cut through and sink deep like the hooves of the bosk.

The more wagons are pulled through it .. the worse the trail becomes. Sky help the last of the wagons .. Sky help their bosk. At least most of the herd has gotten through .. fewer left to bog down and drown. Most of the riders keeping an eye on the old and young stuff.

The morning was full of broken axles and shattered wheels. A lot of wounded men and beasts from the shrapnel. When you put a wheel twice as large as a bosk under that kind of pressure the explosion of steel and wood is tremendous. The expelled energy is like a great weapon. I am sure there is technology there we could use against Turia .. but I am too tired and too sore to try to think about it right now. All I want is for the end of the trail to show itself .. all I want is a dry place to sleep. I want a taste of water .. with no soil. I want to step on soil with no water.

I want a lot of things it seems. But .. in there with all the things I want I can not find even a hint of a desire for any more

.. mud.