I took off over the hill today. I explored the hills and orchards, finding treasure after treasure. After several hours absent, my roommates were a little put off. I’d been gone longer than expected and ventured to some dangerous areas. (their scolding is not without merit, one of the neighbors likes plinking and my trails run along the back of his shooting range.)
Frankly, there are times when adventure’s call is louder than my better judgement. One quick look back and I disappeared over the hills towards the orchards. When I got back hours later, filled with excited energy, I decided not to tell my stories. (sorry not telling you either.) It would further worry my roomies, but that’s not the reason. The secret adventure gave me a sense of independence and control.