I am not very young anymore. Even for an elf I am old and the start of winter affects me more then it usually does. Saying farewell to the green and the warmth is bitter to me....as if I am losing a long lost friend with no certainty of return.
I know that most creatures feel this way, I just have to look at my animal friends and see the same sadness in their eyes, but for me it is more than that....it's a coldness in my soul which is different then just old age or the changing of seasons. I can only conclude I am not quite myself these days.
In the evening when I can finaly return to my studies I feel myself gazing at a piece of parchment, not even fully understanding what I am reading as I am feeling quite drowsy and seeing things which are not there.......I feel the the waves of Lindon surrounding me in such a moment...the scent of the sea quitely developing me in her salty embrace until I drown quite literally in the deep grey waters.....that is until I drop my ink or a glass...and I get back in to reality again. These dreams or visions are getting more frequently these days...I think I know what it means, the symbols to obvious to ignore...
