Clarity

A week has passed, and quite a bit has occurred since I last wrote here. I was in town late three days ago, as I have been visiting more often, and without Samuel's accompaniment, now that I am known by some of the folk there. I was there to see the sea, as a sailor I'd met the day before had told me what a sight it was to see the sun set over the horizon when the sea was calm. It was as he said, the sky lit up in hues of purple and orange, which the water mirrored in a kaleidoscopic display. I felt restful, as Samuel's flowers must feel as they sway in his field. I want to remember that feeling.
 
The night after this, I had another dream. This one was different from the others, in that I had some recollection of it after I had stopped experiencing it. My memory is as follows; I can see that I am running, it seems to be through a dense wood, layered in snow. I have not encountered snow since I awoke, so I find it strange I can dream of it. In my dream, I can feel the cold, much more intensely than I do now, my arms and legs ache, I stumble and fight my own body in order to keep moving. I feel a tightness, an urge to run that occludes all other sense, I seem to be scared. Through the rush of blood in my ears, I catch fleeting echoes of yells and shouts from behind, most likely the object of my fear. I my dream it seems I was running from something or someone, but I awoke before I could reach anymore clarity.
 
Samuel had news for me the following day, merchant friend of his was leaving for the nation of Bacroan, apparently to trade Nornish artifice for Dwarvish, and had agreed to grant me passage on his ship for a tenth the usual fare as thanks for the bouquet Samuel had made for his wedding day a few weeks back. Once again I find myself at the mercy of Samuel's generosity, and with little means with which to repay him. I will be departing on the ship tomorrow afternoon. If I find myself with funds to spare, I shall have to make sure to return and repay Samuel for all he has done for me.