The dull ache of my body is a constant companion.

It’s been the only constant on this pilgrimage, so in a sense, it’s a comfort. Everyone in my lineage has made this journey. My mother. Her father. The elders before them.

So shall I.

I am unfit to be one of them if I don’t.

As I settle next to the bridge, I allow myself to fall in sync with the energy around me. Small rings of air pulse away from me, subtly humming as they roll through the grass.

I see the Guide.

I see the directions.

I see the path.

Relief washes through my soul.

The journey is nearly over.

I have nearly closed the distance.