Calm before the storms

Charles Wesley Godwin - All Again 🎶

 

As an infinitely less epic, but hopefully equally noble version of Eddard Stark, I gaze on the horizon and mutter my own rendition of winter is coming. The astronomical Winter is coming as well as the metaphorical winter, the winter of the heart. Storms are forming, the skies shatter in the distance like broken glass, and it is time to prepare shelter, strengthen the palisade, and harden the most vulnerable corners of the heart to keep it beating, strong, warm and generous for those who need it, for those who deserve it. But until winter arrives, this haggard version of a modern Ned lets the warmth of the Autumn sun and the radiant ochres and oranges and reds bath his body, the bluest skies sparkle in his gray-green eyes, the soft sea breeze cleanse his sins, and the caress of grass on bare feet deliver the love from Mother Earth. Slow, calm heartbeats of an old heart, but feeling strong and ready to take what may come. Winter is coming and the cold pain will be lacerating. But I stand firm again.

 

Poppies dance in the morning light,

crimson whispers, soft and bright.

Rapeseed fields, a sea of gold,

an empty page where the tale unfolds.

 

In this haven where wildflowers play,

time slows down in such a sweet way,

a symphony of beauty, the meadow's grace,

a peaceful world, my sacred place.

 

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🌐 The picture was shot in the peaceful world named Bella's Lullaby.

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