Roadside Gods

On the side of the old Post Road, there is an ancient and forgotten god that watches over travelers as they pass by.  It was a god of hospitality, once, but now it’s mostly a god of mice and beetles and the odd wanderer who happens to see it for what it is.  It’s shrine is falling down and overgrown with weeds, and old bottles and litter blown by the wind lie scattered around it’s pedestal.  

I’ve taken to offering it a greeting as I pass by.  It seems lonely, and I feel a little bad for it.  Plus, it can’t hurt to have a god well-inclined toward you while you’re traveling, even if it is only a small and forgotten one.  I keep thinking that I should maybe leave it an offering of some kind, but I don’t know what would be appropriate for it.  I’m not entirely sure that it even knows, these days.  It may not even remember that it’s a god, anymore.

Still, I should visit it’s shrine, and leave something for it.

After all.  I am an odd wanderer, and I see it for what it is.

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