I never go far away from here. It is restful, and I think I have earned my rest. I have been on a long journey, but my work was finished a long time ago, and so here I am, where I can rest. Here, where all of the little towns are above the river, with their cobbled stones going down to the steamboat landings. Sometimes I walk for a while, and it is then, when I remember... I remember my valentine, and I hear her voice, and I remember my sorrows...