Misty Mountain Road

Mists hung in the forest and over the road. I rode in my snuggly blanket and made grouchy faces when branches dripped water in my face.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
~Bilbo Baggins