Turning over the key, and listening to the engine turn over for the first time.
Slowing down to take the turn, when you see a dirt road you’ve never driven.
Keeping a pair of hiking boots in the back of your jeep, just in case you want to climb that tree.
Never looking back or down, when you decide you can make it across that.
Standing on the edge of a cliff, and pouring libations to Hermes, knowing the water won’t hit the ground for a hundred feet.
We may not have wings, and we may never fly as Him,
But with Hermes as our guide, we move through this world, looking for him in every unmarked path and new route.
Hermes for godfeels, please.
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The Carving Witch 