I am being driven forward
Into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings
Of expectation.

Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear pure note
In the silence.
~ D. Hammerskjold

I am so in the need to be in the Blue Ridge mountains with the sun on my face and the hum of the trees in my ears. I want nothing but the peace of a sunny afternoon to myself, but don't leave me there for long for I will become lonely.