Okay, today was something of a cop-out on my part. I had intended to go to the library with Zuzana and then head out on my own to Prague Castle while she went home to get some homework done. Instead, as we left the library and I felt the cold breeze and the new books in my bag and, more than that, the fact that I was really tired and the cold was making my leg hurt(oh curse that fateful day in Japan when I wasn't watching where I was going!), I abandoned my original plans and went straight home. Where I had a lovely afternoon alternatively napping, reading The Jungle Books and the Silmarillion, and stretching the peronus longus muscle in my right leg.
And I don't regret it.
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Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet that feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet that feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
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