And so... I return homeward taking some secrets with me.
Leaving even more behind...

"A single gentle rain makes grass many shades greener.
So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts.
We should be blessed if we lived in the present always,
and took advantage of every incident that befell us,
like the grass which confesses the influence
of the slightest dew that falls on it..."
-again Thoreau in Walden