Inktober: TRANQUIL - 10/2/18

I set down my bag and slumped back against the trunk of a hearty willow. Slowly, I slipped down its rough side onto the soft earth, legs stretched out in front of me. I heaved a deep sigh, my eyelids drooping as the cool breeze grazed my skin. I began to doze, the sound of the creek in front of me gently rippling lulling me into the dream world. As my breathing grew soft and steady, I let go of everything bottled inside—gone with the wind, flowing with the stream. All was right with the world, if for just a short moment.

I felt a tickle on my brow. My eyes fluttered open, peering up. A spider dangled in front of me.

I need a dry set of clothes.