Moan

Dampness again prevailed in the forest and I too had dampened spirits and felt miserable, finding it hard to shrug off my malaise. Still, I wandered, alone, trying to focus and failing, not even the forest I love could raise me from my misery; I can be such a self pitying tw*t sometimes, absorbed. Highland water flowed by, I stopped for a while and listened, but heard nothing. One of those days.