I wish that Pa and Ma were here. It seems wrong that the world keeps going without them. They loved autumn. They loved sitting on the porch in the cool evenings, sharing some of Ma's apple tarts and talking about this, that, and the other. Pa would always look over at her with a special light in his eyes. I could just sit and watch them forever now, if only I had the chance to.
Wherever they are now, I hope they're together, and happy, and safe. And not worrying about me.
I guess, if I have to wander somewhere at this time of year, the Brandy Hills are as good a place as any. The trees are an impressive sight, all spread along the steep hillsides, climbing towards the sky. The days are cool, but the sun is warm. The nights are still perfectly tolerable with my blanket and bedroll. Don't even need a fire yet unless I've something to cook.
I'm stuck between thinking that this is all a tremendous waste of my time (though it's not as if I have some pressing business to see to otherwise, is it?), and thinking there's some hidden thing waiting to be discovered. Some secret adventure or revelation or... I don't know. Just SOMETHING. Anything.
Maybe I should go back to town. Bree? Trestlebridge? I don't know. I'm not lonely, really. But I feel something missing, and I don't know what it is, and it's needling at me. Like a thorn under my skin that I can't get at.
But I'll see this through first.
