Through the dull passing of every day being the same, a ray of light has broken. An older friend I had thought long gone happened upon me in the Prancing Pony. Never had I felt so glad for the nostalgic desire for mead which sometimes will begin within me.
It was the man, Khazim! As always, he was a jolly soul and he lifted my spirits quite promptly. I impulsively inquired if I might embrace him...but I surprisingly do not admonish myself for it this time. I was glad for the hug.
Alas, I remember little of what we spoke, as it was late and the both of us were tired. I recall him saying I appeared worried, in general. Much goes on. I can hardly help it. But he did inspire me to attempt to be more joyful. He was not judgemental of my worried state. Nay, he simply seemed concerned for it. But he himself became the inspiration to me. I gather some sense that it is not that he knows no worry, but he chooses to do his best not to allow it to control him.
What an interesting man. I do hope to speak again soon.
~Ash
