Please read: Under
The overcast skies disperse the sun, the grey clouds grown white with its light. The air, so crisp, greets my hungry lungs like a song, as if the earth itself were singing into me, filling me with its joys. I’d come up here, a boy, before I’d pledged myself, before I had become one of them. Now I am again apart, without a home, and I return to this quiet place.