Far out, somewhere amid hills that look and feel like ocean waves, we came to a stop. A village, whose lonesome evergreen stood tall and proud above the biggest house, framing a painting of stunning magnitude, that we came across by chance.

We travel by the moon, and when the sky is clean and clear of clouds, the stars.

It's moments like this, where I am all too aware of the doors and walls of my little world, that I remember to look outside at the bigger one.

Nature, my oldest friend. You never stop.