After returning from a trip to the mountains I am finding myself in unrest. I miss the wind across my face. I miss the serenity of the forests. I miss many things and yet I aim to adjust the sails of reality and move forward. Hopefully, soon.
well the poem pretty much explains it. I lost her ferret and decided that was a good poem somewhere, halfway through it he was really lost and wory sat in. Kept going from typing to searching to typing. (More time searching) Got him in the end though :)
