What are these, these feelings that breach my walls and tenderly mock me at this age. Harbored feelings from a more youthful time that have long lain dorment. Which, some truth be known, I’d hoped were gone forever and yet at the same time I have missed them like some long lost lover. These feelings leave a hollowness in my heart that wishes to be filled by some nameless desire. It gnaws at me, pleading to be fed, yet by what I know not. Oh I strive to put form to it’s demands but in my mind none quite fit. I envision going to new places, seeing new sights or visiting old friends and yet I can see before going that none of these will fill the void.

Where is the grand adventure of my youth that should have occured by now and hence forth and forever more sated this insatiable beast?

I know that if I live to be an old man there will still be days that I will sit beside a crick and think of adventures missed and glories faded with age.