my journal isnt going to be a diary, some aspects of it may have roots of my life buried within. so lets start.
A voice in the wind whispers to me, I have heard it since i was a small boy. A voice so beautiful the colours in the tone shine through to depths i cannot even begin to describe. Right now i am at peace, I can feel the grass under my feet, and the steady breathing of the wolf to my left. I am at peace, a level of peace the shoalin monks strive to acheive and never do, for the air itself is helping me. Carrying the scents of the plains of Aeldra towards me, the spray of a waterfall, the babble of the river turning just ahead of me.