Walk a misty path with me, one that leads us by the sea. To explore some rocks or drifting wood. Imagine their story if you could. Travel through a forest of trees serene. What language do they speak when left unseen. Or down a quiet country lane, full of tales just the same. Abandoned homes left to decay. Life tends to change just that way. Lets explore them again once more. Until they are only a thought as before....