journeyer

The tratturi exist outside any tourist itinerary, so the sacrifices for us modern journeyers, Carmelina explained, involve few options for comfortable sleeping, “and some days we can’t even manage to wash ourselves.”

Outside the truck, cities appear as so many bright lights, and then dematerialize, leaving Javier and the women journeyers on a big conveyor belt of cosmic darkness.

The hushed journeyers with Christ answered the priest’s prayer.

Plainly because those humble journeyers had no other beast of burden.

And the lonely giant, Jean Leblaude, slept the light slumber of the journeyer in the wild; the slumber that sees and hears when danger is abroad, and yet rests the body.