Awaiting Peace, Which Waits

The way Anthony had to position himself so that he could look out the window was uncomfortable looking to the Watch Committee who were watching Anthony look out the window. The window was higher than the normal exterior wall window, about 5 feet above the finished floor, on the exterior wall lined with a bench. The bench was a problem because it was too narrow to perch upon to see out the window more comfortably and it was in the way just enough so that Anthony's feet could not get close to the Wall. So there he was on his tip toes, fingers clutching the sill, his body stretching so that his eyes could barely reach high enough to see what it is that he was watching. Now the Watch Committee all sat in comfortable seats and had no problem with their duty of keeping an eye on Anthony. They were far enough away so that he didn't know they were watching, but had all the right technology to zoom closer or get the precise angle of view that wanted at any given time.
Jonna was riding on top of the burro with with both hands on the saddle horn. The burro was very sure footed as it descended the steep slope of a path cut into the canyon wall, an absolute cliff. One mis-step and down they would fall endlessly to the bottom of the rocky riverbed. Once in a while one of the burro's hoof kick a stone or step on it because it was a rocky narrow path. And once in a while one of the stones would tumble down the cliff and make increasingly softer echoes as it found its way to the riverbed. Jonna was calm and trusting that her journey would go the way it was supposed to even if it meant falling. She was so relaxed that as the burro plodded and swayed her body was in a fluid motion swaying in rythem. It was like the two of them were melded in a dance. Anthony could not take his eyes off Jonna as she descended to the bottom of the cliff where the riverbed of Eternal Peace awaits.