I'd show you what I could of it, but memories are never really quite the same. But yes, there's so much to see that's worth the travel. So many things that so many people never even imagine could be out there.

[There's a soft smile as her fingers curl into his hair and her lips brush gently across his jawline. He's more than willing to let her find whatever comfort she needs in him; the passing drift of his mind doesn't become any less vague but it does take on a tone that he'd hope is more in line with the general idea of comfort. And if that comes along with images of fields of red grass under burnt orange skies perhaps that's no surprise.]