Sep 16

Traveling through the land of Ichabod Crane and Rumplestiltskin, the skittish horse insists on cantering faster, breaking into a trot. We move towards a long low valley hidden by mist.

Flowers line the path. The horse is finally calm enough to allow tethering to the post, consents to be left alone, and grazes contentedly. Inside the building, the empty desk is a stopping-off place. Wait, make more space, watch.