Back from heaven

The hills move me. There's no other way to say it. And as I was climbing down, the car ride passed by in a flash. I was filled with sadness. And memories. Memories that will perhaps brighten some of the mundane moments in the days that come. Or Memories that will make me return. Again and again.

Backblips of my trip to the hills begin here for those who want to browse.

I return with stories. And friends. Like I said on my blip yesterday, travelling alone is a joy.