Photo's From My Travels

 

DiggoryVenn

The hills roll on for miles, their grass swiftly swaying in the breeze reminding me of the oceans of time that are slowly fading from my memory. 

"a sinister redness... dull and lurid like a flame in sunlight"(2.7.205)

The destination seems endless. 

The skies bring rain. Rain that runs down my face just as tears do, but yet the Red stays. 

 The pathway that leads me to where I'm headed feels cold to my soul and moves forward into what seems to be eternity. 

 I look up through the trees that I take refuge under for the nights and I find peace within the rustle of the leaves until I drift off into much needed slumber. 

 I stumble across bodies of water every so often and I feel the warmth shining through distant windows of homes and I wish for nothing more then a warm place to rest my head 

My homeland. Where I, the true native, belong.