WATCHMAN
He was near, if Ardith needed him. His view of the house was almost completely obstructed by the enormous old oak that spread its gnarled arms skyward. Nature's beauty, reflected in the triangle of water behind it, never ceased to remind him of her own.
Tonight, in her dreams, he would tell her so, again...
hmmm...I love it... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jillian! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely analogy!
ReplyDeleteIt's always fun to read what other's come up with. What people see in a pic. I'm sorry it took me so long to play again. I'm trying to come back and play some more.
ReplyDeleteYour writings always and forever make me smile. :D
I'm glad they do! Thank you! :)
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Virginia! :)
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ReplyDeleteLoved the imagery. Great piece.
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It is a beautiful picture and a lovely reflection on it.
ReplyDelete*smiles @ Ducky, Nik, and Irene* Thank you!
ReplyDeleteIt does make one think of the dead.
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