Across the river, the saber cat prepared to charge. I stand my ground.

The harsh roads lead me to remember, misty-eyed, the morning sunbeams streaming through the inn’s roof in Riverwood.

Deep in the warrens of Riften, I found a peaceful garden…unreachable on the other side of a wrought iron gate.

I found my way to the Thieve’s Guild in Riften, following tales of nightingales. So far, I’ve only seen common thieves.

Beyond the walls of Riftkin, a sailor docks his ship.

The fishers of Skyrim are the epitome of contentment. Sitting with them, I found my own peace.

Within the Bleak Falls Barrow, everything is beige, gray, and green. Down a hallway, in which all the walls are carved with runes and symbols, sits a braizer, the fire welcoming in the cold stone tomb.

Upon exiting the Bleak Falls Barrow, I came upon a forgotten potion bottle. Below me, lay the valley and the road back to Riverwood.

In the wintry port of Dawn Star a pirate crew waits for the weather to break.

Wandering is grand but returning home to a flowering garden is love.