Let it Rain

"Mmm...sometimes, I wish I could be an Outlander. Somewhere else, I mean. It must be nice in some ways to get a new start, or at least it would be for me. It must be harder if you like your home." To be somewhere entirely new, to not be The Failed Wordsworth or The Weird Quiet Guy...the chance to entirely reinvent himself with the skills he'd learnt in the last few years...it was all very tempting, but Sam knew there was no way to make it happen himself. Jigano began to speak of what he missed and Sam sat back to listen, reaching for the kettle to pour himself a little of what was left of the tea. Numerous cities and towns was a strange idea to him; there had always just been Sanctuary. In some ways he thought it would be fascinating, glimpsing a different microcosm of culture at each spot in the road...but terrifying too, to not know what was happening in a town nearby, the chance of an attack or a takeover; Sam wondered if these were normal concerns or a symptom of his paranoid mind. "The Gods seem to want it to come down...so I don't think it will hurt all of us." Some of them, maybe. It depended on which God would be pleased after the fall. "I think some people are in such a rush they aren't considering any of that, though. They just want to get out, like they're in a cage. ...I suppose we are. I just don't mind it." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child