The road stretches out before me, dipping between high sides of rocks before it turns the corner and peters out in the open moors. The sun warms the earth under my feet, and a soft breeze blows, shaking the tops of the firs as it passes, although the trees of the valley at my back remain still – sheltered by the mountains that surround. I tilt my face up to the sky for a moment, shutting my eyes and relishing the touch of the sun.
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Restlessness
