Sitting together, life ablaze with memory, grey wrinkled man, curled up blanketed child. Familiar deep voice speaks, story, gently retold, of young years, bicycling, town to mountain paths, hiking, up and up, green lands, soft pastures, rocky cliffs, trickling streams, flow. Up high, peering below, nestled valley town, seeing a possible future. Yet across the valley another mountain town, a train slowly passing, arriving, finding new friends, departing, leaving dear friends. I walk, live, many years away, return to this beauty, together, now with you, child, and generations to come, to tell you of how I went and returned.