Roads.

There’s a scene in The Fellowship of the Ring in which Bilbo walks away from the Shire with the words ‘I won’t be coming back.’ How I envied him, but there are no Rivendells within walking distance of this Shire.

And I wrote the following comment on somebody’s blog post tonight:

It might be worth acknowledging that blossom blown by the wind never becomes fruit.

I thought better of posting it.