An Unexpected Encounter

In my recent desert wanderings, I was quite surprised to meet a man wearing the finest of robes. I don't know if I ventured too far out of the desert, or he too near, but our paths did cross, and it was a time of joy. He was not a stranger to me, for we had met many times before, and even had a discussion or two over the course of the years.

He was not a wanderer himself as of yet, but I could see well enough that his own time would soon be upon him. Even the finest prince may one day put down his scepter and take up a walking stick. Perhaps we will meet next time as fellow wanderers.