Here I am once again, searching for something tactile, something tangible. Something I can grasp in my hands, catch the scent, something I can see in all its many layers of color swirling within shadow and light. It seems a long time since I could do such a thing. I have felt... cloistered. Isolated, even amongst loved ones. Edging along the outskirts of a society I have never quite melded into completely, and feeling the life slowly drained from me in doing so. I feel alive out here. I need the connection, the sweet scented breath of the universe flowing through my lungs as I touch the cool stone beneath me, the rough flesh of a tree, as I feel the carpet of fir sheddings and mountain soil beneath my feet. This is real. This is where I belong, at least for now.