The little hill at the end of the Valley.

Last night would be a turn around after a terrible week.
I had to listen to tales of conquests and ingratitude belched forth by friendly cretins.
For where I to have been in that position, most humbly I would have spoke.
Or so I had thought. In truth I had been him far too many times.
By boast of course, read into the word what you will.

An early night called before seeing the early morning hours.
I sit here, no different than where I have always sat.
Perhaps Máni will bring me the courage to follow through on my decade long quest.
To better myself.