📍Chestnut Ridge 🐟 #DreamspaceForaging #NoFishOnlyBeans #SimblrSideQuest

Woke up to the smell of sun-warmed grass and Monet trying to eat a bug. Collected a good bit of prairie grass from the ridge. Sold it for just enough to cover dinner and a little dignity.

Wandered the land today—hands in the dirt, eyes to the wild. Picked up bits and pieces of the old stories buried in the brush: stones shaped like hearts, feathers curled like question marks.

Stopped by the park near sundown. Tried to fish. Didn’t catch a thing. The river just blinked at me like, "Not today, witch."

Made franks and beans over a fire. Burned them a little. Ate them anyway. Sat near the embers with my journal and wrote: “Some days, the magic is just showing up. Just feeding yourself. Just keeping the fire lit.”

Home was quiet when I got back. The stars felt like company. Monet curled beside me. Grace snored. And I felt… good.

Not full. But warm.