It’s starts to snow while she journeys to cumberland from waverly place. The weather changes drastically on this mysterious mountain top.
╚ As Safira trudges her way through the snowy gravel
A path made by the crows lays ahead, they’ve adapted
Her face feels like stone as the wind passes
Hand movements are limited, while she removes her frozen stiff glasses
She wipes them clean, now seeing Cumberland in the distance
Her beaten gold stop watch informs her that she’s been walking about an hour
But nothing stops her, because she’s no coward
Her feet feels like nothing, a thin pain of numbness
As she gets closer to this small patch of tasteful land and wooded cabins, she feels a oneness
She places her make-shift cane into her backpack latch and pulls down her Balaclava face mask to take a deep breath.
The downward climb to Cumberland was a relief when reached, seeing as though it was not snowing, still cold… but also, there’s a beach.
Not a body for humans, but a resource retreat
A little warmer it is, as her face begins to thaw, her feet feeling defeat..
The Sun bares his hands giving her a hug, like a greet. ╚
✨Stay chuned for Pt. 3 – Waverley Place: Foraging in Cumberland✨