Familiar

An ache, not quite a need, certainly a longing.

Out.

A favourite place with a favourite furry companion. We wandered and we wondered.
At the foot of Pike O'Blisco we sat a goodly while just being. Clouds dark like thoughts danced across the Pikes, the sun warm as hope shone upon our backs. A man and his dog, faces to the wind, nothing needing said till Missy made a sound almost like a purr and I felt what it is to be content.

I've travelled far, seen a little of a lot of the world, but here has a magic that always soothes the soul.