Finding Neverland

It seems to me I was right about tonight. The air was unusually warm for such a season. Now, outside, the elements greet me in their own peculiar way, letting flashes of light shine on the mountains in the distance. The rain and the wind wrapped themselves around me, as I walked back to write a little to myself, after having left the second letter in two days to the Messengers. My hope is that both will arrive safely to their destinations. I know my wolf is expecting his eagerly.
From the very beginning of this my journey, I was in doubt. And never did I doubt more, than when I had to take those first steps. But knowledge is what I was wishing for, and I have to pursue this chosen way for now, or I shall not reach my final destination. So it happens, that in only three wanderings of the Sun over the sky, I shall once again don the simple clothes, not of Elenaria the traveller, or Elenaria the Vanyar, but of Elenaria the scholar. I do look forward to it, as was expected, but the doubts still lingers. And I feel that somehow, not much would be required to make me turn around, and swiftly make my way back to where I started.
Not that any place one ever leaves is where one started. But I believe I have made my point.
Yes. Knowledge. The wish for it burns me still. Ah, no peace yet. The sea still waits, beckons. I love it as I love the forests. And we know we shall meet, but there is nothing but a gentle friendship between us. Ah... beware of the sea, if thou hearest the cry of the gulls on the shore, thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more. Yes, a good poem. But no, it does not force me from the forests. And, in any way, I know other forests await me. Into the West.

It is time for my sleep. It is time to let again the stars guide my mind, and rest from this dreary world. I do so hope I will meet my wolf on the fields of dreams again.