A traveler rested himself on a rock near the creek's edge. His tired and wrinkled eyes showed his age. He had been on this trip for weeks now, and he did not know when it would end. He put his sack down next to the rock and dug through it for some bread. He sat slumped over in fatigue as he at small bites from the piece of bread. He raised slowly going over to the creek. He dipped down and brought the cool water up with his hands to drink. He drank till he had his fill and then went back to the rock where his sack was. His break was over. He picked up his sack and set out again. He had left his home so many weeks ago, but his journey was only beginning.