The heat had driven Davis away from his tent and into the gym for a bowl of cereal and some contemplation. While he had his midnight snack, he pondered his years in Sunset Valley. Four years had passed since he'd first arrived in Sunset Valley and he felt pretty good.
He'd been in contact with his monastery for the first three years but the monks had moved on and so had he. Besides Sister Janna and some of his neighbours, he was alone in the world. Sometimes his neighbours would call inviting him to meet this or that young lady. This usually led to arguments.
Life in a tent made him feel his age at times as well. While the sin of vanity was merely a whisper, sometimes that whisper muttered exceptionally loud.
He felt ashamed of himself for listening to the whisper and prayed fiercely that he might be strong enough to conquer his vanity. A week later, he went to the local bar - a quiet place in the early afternoon - for a glass of iced tea.
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It was there that his eyes were opened anew. Here there was a woman seeking sustenance. There a man suffered from thirst. Davis's mind sharpened and he felt the old strength - the power that had once thrilled him in his earliest days - flow back. He sought one of these seekers and eagerly spoke of the way the world is coloured by one's cravings.
Later, under a star-clad sky, Davis thanked the universe for his renewed spirit and looked forward to the years to come.
END.
Note: Davis has passed on (for the two of you who actually read my blog) and I have pics and ideas enough for either one long chapter or two regular ones. I probably won't post anything else about Davis or otherwise until September.
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