The Diarassia Not Taken
A journey of discovery
Whenever he thought we weren’t looking, Grampa’s gaze would trace the diarassia’s distant path. If we caught him, he’d shrug it off like nothing.
So when Grampa passed and everything hurt, I had to follow it, away from my grief. For days it led me straight, past fields and forests and solitude. Over the mountains that had always been just a smudge on the…