The third day of rest.
I woke up earlier than usual. It was still too early even for the merchants to begin their day. The air in the room was cool, the window still tightly shut, and the sky outside a deep blue with a hint of orange at the eastern horizon a sign that the sun would rise soon.
But today… was not a day to stay within the city.
Today, I wanted to go fishing.
I couldn't remember the last time I truly sat still, cast a line into the water, and simply waited. In my old world, that had been my hobby. The one thing that allowed me to forget everything work, pressure, anxiety. There was peace in watching the water, patiently waiting, and feeling that faint tug at the end of the rod before the first bite.
