Day 33: March 8
Rain thrums across the roof, pouring down like crystal tears. An ivory cloak of mist obscures the forest beyond, bare trunks and branches gleaming as if strung with diamonds. The soft herbal scent of tea wafts through the small kitchen. It carries the aroma of serenity and bestows a clarity of mind. While answers may be as obscure as the forest, here, inside, there a moment of peace.