I miss days on road, life as that is hard but it fills me more then spending days around Bree or in there. Once upon i had roots in this land but nowdays i am rootless tree that fell far away from home.
Thatcher's are gone, and me as last son of family did nothing to make my mother feel pride of me.
My only heart stays in that child, Yarrow flower, humble but beautiful in her own way. She is not mine child, but i will try to take care of her, learn the lesson of selfless man. Maybe this will even the measure in my life.
Stars, campfire and bed of grass is what i long for.
Pine-woman, Longbranch and his Rose, lady Dandelion of golden hair, me little Yarrow.. would they wish to share a life in wilds with me? or is that a dream that i will only have at night.
