Direction senseJuly 22, 2009
None of the usual measures worked, that time, when seeking direction. The map, smeared. The compass, spinning perpetually.
There was a right way to go, a way forward over undisturbed ground, but the rocks in the way obscured a view of that right path and, no matter what, she didn’t want to retrace steps already taken.
She circled, circled, pondering the lack of clear routes. Night was falling, and remaining out in the open was no longer an option.