I couldn't help but chuckle at the timing.
The great escape. The grand exodus. The beginnings of the trek towards the promised land.
They looked so healthy and so full. I wondered how they'd been feeding themselves in this cold and barren winter/spring desert of a landscape? Had they managed to ratiion out bits and pieces of unleavened bread? Had they been surviving on the crumbs of scarcity..of had they been feasting on plenty?
I marveled at their will and drive to survive. Their perseverance.
I stopped for a moment and watched as they marched on. One foot in front of another. The journey might be long and arduous...but the destination - so worthwhile.
It all made such perfect sense that - of all days - today would be the one I'd find them.