Stories on the Wind

There were times when there were stories blowing on the wind. There were once times when it seemed there was a tale lying over every hill and each horizon hid legends and myths beyond the rising or setting sun. There were times when these lands seemed full of stories and each traveller carried with them tales of far places we only ever heard of in the stories and legends.

Now, though, we grow old and we grow weary. It seems we have heard too many tales. We have gone past wondering if all these stories are true, or embellished with distance and imagination. Now we wonder if we know the nature of truth at all. We have lived long enough to distinguish the lies that those who would make promises of leadership or salvation tell with every turn of their tongues.

We no long believe, even those of us who wanted to believe and those who needed to believe, no longer believe in the stories of gods and devils, monsters and ghosts.

We have lived too long and seen too much about how this world does not fit inside all those tales we have been told.

And yet....

And yet we sit here watching the dancing flames of our fires, waiting for someone to begin telling us a new tale....