I was expecting the views.
I was not expecting the small details.
Looking down on two buzzards as they circled high above the valley floor. Hearing the cuckoo for the first time in years. Wildflowers pushing through everywhere. Leaves starting to explode on the trees. Birds all around, singing.
I just sat and soaked it up.
The realisation has been slowly dawning :
I don't want to go home.
I reckon Cereste will be your home soon - cancel the horse transporter and ride back to Cereste
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