Sunday, April 13, 2008

A Beginning

O dark and still are the wet fern
And trees where no birds nest;

What heed have I for night or day

Who ride a livelong quest?

- The Enchanted Forest, Cicely Fox Smith

As I set my foot upon the road to Corcoran, I pondered my mother's last words. "You may find those lands interesting, and lose yourself in them for while, but remember, your home is always here." What would I find in these "interesting" lands? Would I soon grow weary of them and long to return back home, or would I, like my mother before me, spend years of my life fascinated by all they had to offer? The one thing I knew for certain is that I had to find the answer.