A wide land, stretching the horizon. Golden plains. Grasses waving like rolling waves. A glowing light breaths on the horizon. Rising shades of yellow rimming billowing clouds. The deep blue of the night whisks away from a halo of orange rimming the sky. Stars fade away in quiet slumber.
With the rising of the morning, the wind sweeps a silver glade through the grasses. A wide dirt road trips the wave for a single moment. Tracks of karts and travelers making their way to strong stone walls.
I close my eyes and I picture the view from a top of those walls. Different sunrises and sunsets. The beating noon day sun on green, flowing fields. A land with beautiful potential, hopes, and dreams. From the east to the west as open as the wind blows. Then, beyond the horizon twists of ancient forests, towering mountains, and an ocean of silver ribbons.
Those strong stone walls defend a great joy, but the view beyond inspires the future. Even with storm rumblings and the rain falling in sheets. Those strong stone walls endure.
nikki diekemper 