The Weary Traveler(from The Playground of My Dreams)

It is late evening, and I, a traveler from the distant past, find myself lying down on a cool carpet of grass. The moon is old, having faded into the darkening sky. The stars are brightly lit in this diamond studded black abyss that has become a perennially familiar roof over this weary traveler's head. My nostrils sense a familiar odor. It's true, the smell of freshly mowed grass is much like the sweet odor of fresh cut hay in my father's fields from long ago.

Why have I come to this place and time? Much will be revealed in the days and weeks ahead. What I do know is that I carry with me the fragmentary moments and memories of many lives and many places that can stay with you for years, for decades, for millenia. These fragments are the sustenance for the weary soul of a traveler on a journey such as mine.

This is my offering for this week's Saturday Centus. This creative writing meme is brought to you by Jenny Matlock and her husband. We are given a prompt supplied by "Mr. Jenny" and are then challenged to add to that prompt in 100 words or less. The prompt words are italicized. I encourage you to explore the writings of all the creative geniuses who participate in this wonderful writing 'lesson'. Peace and blessings