so if you care to find me
look to the western sky
He’s smiling. He’s proud of himself.
He’s saying “Look at me, that’s right, I’m balancing myself on this little stub of a branch. I am as majestic as a bird on its perch.”
behold the happiest bear
I miss him so much. It’s nights like this, long days, sunny days, cold nights. These were our favourite. Where we both needed eachother.
He deserved better though.
Original manuscript page from Arthur Conan Doyle’s “Hound of the Baskervilles” from the fourteenth chapter (1901).
Adventures all start somewhere