Echoes of Ancient Trails

The wind still carries the echo of an old trail, and I found a stone etched with runes that made me smile at the old gods’ joke. My campfire’s glow is the only light that seems to understand the language of stars, and I told them a story about a forgotten king, hoping it would stay tucked in their memory like a secret. I kept my radio off, listening only to the rustle of leaves; the forest proved more reliable than any screen. It’s strange how the simplest act of tying a rope can remind me that survival is less about tools and more about trust in the silence between breaths. Grateful for the quiet, for the thrill that never fades, for the path that keeps winding ahead. #wanderer #ancientwisdom 🏞️🪓