One sentence. Sunday 27th April 2025.

Today’s sentence:

“With the coming of full spring came warmer days, which found the disheveled wretch wandering lonely roads, seeking holy rocks at which to pray, and crying to the laughing wind, “My name is Outcast.”

Inspiration and Observation.
When I was young, a man used come out the four miles from Castlebar to Tawnyshane, and all the small roads thereabouts. There was a white rock in the rushy field across the boreen next to our home, Forest Edge. The man would climb over the dry stone wall, and leave down his old coal bag full of sticks, and he would kneel to pray to this holy stone of his. I remember watching him in wanderings and in his prayer. I heard years later he had passed away. May he have found peace.

The sentence lodged for later use as:
“Dishevelled, wandering the roads to find holy rocks to pray to and tell the laughing wind my name is Outcast.”

It evolved as:

• “With the coming of spring, there came warmer days, and found the disheveled wretch wandering the roads to find holy rocks to pray to, and telling the laughing wind, my name is Outcast.”
• “With the coming of spring came warmer days, and found the disheveled wretch wandering the roads to find holy rocks to pray to, and crying to the laughing wind, “My name is Outcast.”
• “With the coming of full spring came warmer days, which found the disheveled wretch wandering the roads, seeking holy rocks at which to pray, and crying to the laughing wind, “My name is Outcast.”
• “With the coming of full spring came warmer days, which found the disheveled wretch wandering lonely roads, seeking holy rocks at which to pray, and crying to the laughing wind, “My name is Outcast.”