"Walking had been easy, because his knapsack was nearly empty and he had no worries on his mind. Tomorrow and yesterday were both at a distance and just at present the sun was shinning brightly red, and the air was cool and soft. It’s the right evening for a tune, one part expectation, two parts spring sadness, and for the rest, just the great delight of walking alone and liking it." - Tales from Moominvalley
