His old bones, stiff at first, felt younger with every breath.
His pack, though full, was light upon his shoulder.
The road, cracked and worn, lay before him out to the horizon.
The weapon, his weapon, rested upon his hip.
The dark, toned, chrome guard of the hilt caught the sunlight.
He was young again, adventure before him.
Smiling, he strode forward into the unknown.
Enjoy the rest of your week. Have a great weekend and I’ll see y’all Wednesday.