a voluntary walk
The woods, despite any and all thoughts of rebellion, are admittedly ... calming. They provide a sense of tranquility he does not know of amongst the busy streets and buildings of London city.
He does not miss London's boisterous laugh half as much as he used to. The bruises on his ribs and at the corner of his mouth are a testament to his last visit, only reminding him of what he used to do.
(What he used to be.)
She may have lured him once, but the gentle fields and trees of Hampshire are slowly winning him over.
Tom Lefroy, enjoying a walk in the woods.
Who would have conceived such a notion?
He does not miss London's boisterous laugh half as much as he used to. The bruises on his ribs and at the corner of his mouth are a testament to his last visit, only reminding him of what he used to do.
(What he used to be.)
She may have lured him once, but the gentle fields and trees of Hampshire are slowly winning him over.
Tom Lefroy, enjoying a walk in the woods.
Who would have conceived such a notion?