Journey's End: Ambient ELVEN Music for Weary Travellers (Relaxing Fantasy Music)

I meant to stay one night. That was eleven winters ago. I was going to see the sea, and the white cities past it, and whatever lay past those. I had a list. I was very proud of the list. Then the rain came down in the high wood and I followed a stream until I saw lamplight through the ferns, and somebody opened a door and did not ask me a single question. I still have the pack. It is up in the loft under a basket of drying herbs, and I have not opened it since the second spring. What I do now: I mend the roof where the moss gets greedy. I keep the little bridge clear of leaves. I walk up to the falls in the evening for no reason I could defend to anyone. And when somebody comes down the valley soaked to the bone with that hunted look people get on long roads, I put the kettle on, because eleven winters ago somebody did that for me. There is a chair by the fire that nobody is using. The rain will keep on all night. It usually does. You can stop now. This is journey's end.