#agapiitos

this is fair -- also a little impractical for the summer but that’s beside the point

All of this had started over that mess — all over some young child who’d been found in the temple among the religious teachers. They reported the young boy had been listening, and asking questions, but it had been his understanding and own answers which had amazed the elders. And now, the elders were in some sort of uproar, although Augustus could not quite fathom why.                Their mutterings had made its way to the very ears of Caesar rather quickly. It was               noteworthy, really. But then again it would have been more rare should it have               managed to escape him.   "Announce the arrival of Caesar to the elders,"  one of the soldiers barked to one of the men of the small town, while the Imperator remained astride of the white stallion.                Augustus’ eyes cut down slightly from the vantage point he was afforded.              Assessing the surroundings — with luck this would tidy itself up quickly.

       brow brimmed with sweat, and for a brief moment, furrowed as        a single drop touched his eyes. His vision was blurred as a        result, the horizon (touched & marked by a wide mountain range)        unclear to him. But the blurred vision was brief, and he walks        to the nearby stream, cupping his hands; running them and the        water across his face. His robe is wettened by a few stray drops        and he cannot help but smile, welcoming the cool the water brings        on his legs, enjoying the reprieve from the heat. He remains        crouched at the stream, toes curled inward at the bank, tips tickled        by the running water.

          he waited for the hustle and the bustle of everybody to begin,           at the sign of the Sun there were the select few who hurried to           their chosen duties (and it was these he admired the most, they           woke to find themselves ready for the day, they prepared their           hearts and minds for the struggles; and it was Good.), there were           those who chose to rest as much as those who chose to work,           and he admired these, too. He moves his hands, if only to pick           up the sole piece of cardboard by his feet, rough against his           palms -- he did not mind this no more than he minded the morning           air. The cardboard read, in simple text, "If the secret to happiness           was written here, would you see it?" And he waited for the sun to           reach its zenith.