A secluded spot, where I’m just a dot, seen from the sky, among rock and trees, and no questions why, I sit on a rock that’s anciently old, feeling the air turn a bit more cold, I and myself are together, we wander in wilds, almost no matter the weather, wondering always what’s around the next bend, usually near the start of day or near the end, we enjoy each other’s company, for us it’s enough, when the path is easy or when the path is rough, never seeking to be excluded but always seeking to be secluded