I miss walks in the Yorkshire Dales. I remember the broad expanse of the dales, the rolling distant hills and the villages I had visited then. Has it been so long since?
As I sit in my office, reminiscing of those endless afternoons, I am mindful of the passage of time, the imperative need to seize the day and not spend too much time online, in a virtual construct of which there can be little of import. Life is how one forges it, defines it and live through it.