There must be somewhere to go. There should be someone to come back to. What to tell. Your path is wandering and steep. About the faucet waiting to quench your thirst. For a camp fire that will warm your loneliness. For the sun – majestic as the shine of a bayonet when it rises behind the top. But it is incomparably more beautiful as it walks with you to the top and winks through the branches of the trees … Only the forest can give you that expectation.
