I felt it strong.
There is a place. A place where water flows. Sometimes this water is obstructed.
It could be a tree fallen. It could be rain that makes the flow unrecognizable.
In those days it seems like there is no flow.
But there is. More difficult in those moments to see, but with some effort it is there.
In those days the effort is hard to come by. If the flow is not easy to spot, panic makes us
scream and worry about why it is not easy. And the effort is lost. For that day.
A fairy tale. The horses tails slowly moved sideways.
Horses are patient animals.
Ishme Dagan looked at the horses and felt they would not leave. They will wait for him.
Ishme Dagan desperately needed someone to believe in him, in what he was doing.
He didn't do it all wrong. At least he didn't think so.
The horses standing up made it all feel better. The horses showed that it was all about time.
Just a little more time.
Ishme Dagan looked up. The sky was uncertain.
He preferred it that way. He felt a good sky would be in contrast. As if bad news were a good thing. Uncertainty.
Uncertain sky, about to rain. About to send a weak cold wind.
About to make sure those who are not certain will not challenge him.
Ishme Dagan had been under that sky, next to the horses, just a few minutes.
The horses are patient, Ishme Dagan felt it was going to be all right.
He could forget now about the troubles. It would come to its rightful end.
Ishme Dagan walked inside and up the stairs.
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