Day Three Hundred and forty six

I touch the stone and my mind wanders; pretty places where my thoughts are in tune, primitive, and clear as starlight. I find so many ports of intrigue and delight off the course of the way.

I stop and gather greetings. How long should I linger? I watch and learn; dance without drinking, close my eyes in this comfortable place without catching a wink, long enough for my new friends to have fallen asleep; then I journey on.