THE RIVER OF UNMINDFULNESS
THE BEGINNING.
You awake to the morning sun
The mist around is clearing
You discover you are outside
Laying on firm ground
You are gripped with the realization
You have no idea how you got here
You have no idea who you are
You look around to find some clues
In your pocket you find a small knife
And a coin bearing the silhouette of an unfamiliar monarch
The air is warm
Trees sprawl into the distance
Your hand is dipped in something cool
It’s a stream
The water is gently passing
Flowing
Connecting with the nearby sea
Or the ocean?
Could you have washed up here with the tide?
You can’t tell
On the shore
You see an overturned rowboat
It’s small
But seaworthy
In the other direction
A path leads into the woods
The dulcet singing of birds invites you onward
You need to figure out who you are and how you got here
You face a decision