Shifting the backpack’s straps a little, searching for some relief, I grunted. I had taken only the essentials, but the weight still dug into my shoulders. The cold and dewy earth was working on my feet as well; felt like I was walking on ice, and a horrible numbness was creeping up my legs as I went down the road. Was this what it felt like to turn? I wondered. A slow and crawling insensibility driving away the mind and soul? I kept on walking. The sun rose, warming the earth with its light and driving the dreary fog away.
Shillelagh | Part III
Tale Told 