My feet are so weary. I walked far today. I don't know what it is that I look for every day among the sunlit fields and shady trees. I only know that I cannot keep still. My mind will not let me.
I passed over the little stone bridge beyond the west-gate. I turned and looked along the stream. I appreciated the way the sunlight glinted off the water. And, fool that I am, I looked for a tall, dark shape to be standing in the grass along the bank. He was not there. And I was glad.
