part i: on the road

part ii: morning

part iii: water

Take me to where the waters run swift and emerald, where the road snakes gently under heavy-laden trees, and where the mornings are cool and misty. Let the campfire smoke embed itself in the fibers of my sweatshirt and let the wind ruffle the book leaves at the edge of the lapping water. Give me time to think and read and digest and watch; I am not shy but merely a curious observer. Let me forget everything for a moment and run away for a few short hours and I promise I will be alright.