Koa
Home.
Koa inhales the crisp Leafchange air, relishing the way the crisp, thin air rushes to his brain. It had made his head spin when he landed, his time away from home disrupting a lifetime of acclimation to breathing at elevation- but now he feels grounded, centered, his feet planted firmly where they're meant to be.
Home, here above the sea and clouds and shadowed darkness, at the top of the torn up Righteous Road.
Home, with the great gold gates yawning before him, its columns crowned by sentinel dragons carved from ancient stone.
Home, where the roots of his family dig down deep through the earth into the Grotto, wrapping like veins around the heart of the city, indelible and and impossible to remove.
Home, where his future hangs as bright as the sun emblazoned in gold and potential, a promise waiting for him to reach out and pluck it, if only he's brave enough.
Koa stares up at the city gates and inhales the thin air deeply. It doesn't hurt him, doesn't make him feel light headed, doesn't hurt to breathe. This is where the young man belongs, where his soul has always lived. It's time he stopped running toward some abstract future.
Everything he needs is right here.
Koa inhales the crisp Leafchange air, relishing the way the crisp, thin air rushes to his brain. It had made his head spin when he landed, his time away from home disrupting a lifetime of acclimation to breathing at elevation- but now he feels grounded, centered, his feet planted firmly where they're meant to be.
Home, here above the sea and clouds and shadowed darkness, at the top of the torn up Righteous Road.
Home, with the great gold gates yawning before him, its columns crowned by sentinel dragons carved from ancient stone.
Home, where the roots of his family dig down deep through the earth into the Grotto, wrapping like veins around the heart of the city, indelible and and impossible to remove.
Home, where his future hangs as bright as the sun emblazoned in gold and potential, a promise waiting for him to reach out and pluck it, if only he's brave enough.
Koa stares up at the city gates and inhales the thin air deeply. It doesn't hurt him, doesn't make him feel light headed, doesn't hurt to breathe. This is where the young man belongs, where his soul has always lived. It's time he stopped running toward some abstract future.
Everything he needs is right here.
the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway
is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway
is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway
