MicroBlog 1: The Valley
He sweeps his gaze over the valley. The sun is beginning to rise, bringing with it some much-needed light and warmth. He shoulders his backpack and double-checks that he’s left no trace, but the camp has been cleared away to the best of his abilities. With his backpack firmly in place, he begins the long trek down.
He only gets a few metres when he stops and looks over his shoulder. The forest behind him is empty save for the silence of the trees themselves, those dark impassive sentinels, but he doesn't expect anything to be there. It’s what's behind it that he sees in his mind's eye. His home.
He sighs and shakes his head. It’s not his home, he reminds himself, not anymore.
He turns away and starts towards the valley.