It’s been nine days since we last reported from the XaW Files, so I thought it’d be good to escape there today. So I called G.G. Howling, satirical comedy fiction correspondent at the greenYgrey, inspired by legendary Harry Potter wizard writer J.K. Rowling into the office, and will hereby hand this post over to her.
Moseying Around Minsk
Hi great greenYgreyliens and ordinary others, it was pretty short notice, so I haven’t prepared much. Therefore, it’s probably a rather lucky turn up for the books that the travelling trio haven’t moved much; still just hanging around Minsk, Belarus, writing poetry and exchanging ideas like a lot of the best travel time is spent.
Chapter 3 Episode 3
That morning was as if I hadn’t seen the sun
but I’d been out in it the previous day
to go shopping and have a bit of a run.
Thinking about why it touched me that way
I realised it was probably because I hadn’t seen
it this year peaking tentatively from first ray.
While later risers would see a proud strong glare
or nothing at all if clouds filled the sky
I had seen my day’s sun at its birth looking bare.
I thought the sun I saw would only live for this day
because that’s the way it works in the greenYgrey world
life just goes round in a circle so there’s no need to pray.
Now I was in XaW Files Belarus so it might be different
but from what I saw everybody got to see the sun
and sky willing late risers would see its tender side at sunset.
Meeting on a Morning
Love the mixed-up Vole woke up, while Jack slept on. I asked Love if there was anything it wanted to do in Minsk, now that it was comfortable with the city’s minks-like moniker.
Love said it had seen a lot of mixed forest around, and being mixed up itself, it’d be nice to spend some time in it.
I had seen beautiful forest in Belarus, and estimated that it still filled forty per-cent of the land area. I asked Love what mixed-forest meant. Love explained that it meant there were trees of different heights and types, with the canopy consisting of coniferous trees like pines and spruces.
Jack out of a Box
We wiled away a couple more hours; talking I mean, rather than acting out the Wil E. Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons.
Then Jack woke up, and we talked a little more over coffees. Before I knew it, it was afternoon. I said I felt lazy, having been in Minsk for three episodes, and not feeling like I’d really been anywhere or done anything.
Jack said not to worry about it; that’s the way some people he’d met travel all the time, and it was kind of the ethos of his human inspiration Jack Kerouac. He’d just travel for the sake of it, just for the movement and to see new places; not particularly the most famous landmarks, or the most famous people, but just to see new things and have new experiences; just the regular open road and everyday people.
I said I related to that, and had met such creatures on my fantasy rambles, but I also had to keep my readers’ interest in an age of apparently low attention span.
Our mixed-up Vole said it was all new to it, but it was loving it so far!