To tales not told! To songs unsung! To games not played to treks unbegun. To those who see the world ahead and not lament for what's behind.
To all those who stand in deep cold rivers not wait for passing logs running into unknown lands while others curse the fog. Cheers to those whose steps are shaky but their feet are sure though the ground be never sturdy they live their now and not their were.
Buy a drink for passers by on their way to anywhere and praise the itching in their feet that gives them the strength to get them there