Corridor

Aaron began his twenty-fourth day in total seclusion, the forest his anonymous host, remaining hidden to meditate and pray. He looked over notes from the hours before the day had re-awakened:

"Arrival may be sudden, or realized from slow distance of gradual acceptance, no one can know the final corridor before entering, it will be different for all, uniquely designed, no one can know what incense may burn, or scent of spice or oil, or softly echoed chime of psalm heard amidst silence, no one can know this world's passage, instant or lingering, on its designated day."

Then, Aaron boiled water for his morning tea.