Capítulo 947: Back On The Saddle

It seemed as if I was missing home more than I ever realized. 

Feel-good reminisces came in soft, serene waves submerging me neck-deep in nostalgia. The air crisp with a dying winter's dew, and the vast quiet stretching far into the boundless horizon where you could practically see where the soil meets the sky; city life might have its sprawling vistas, but I'll take clear, blue skies over soaring concrete any day of the year. 

I didn't get much of a chance to properly soak in everything the last time I was here, and even when I did get those scarce opportunities, Harry's life would be there dangling in front of my eyes, swaying continuously, hanging by a thread that was any moment ready to snap unless I did something. 

So this was a nice change of pace, really… being home just for the sake of being home and nothing more, even if it's only just for a little while.