Adventure is just a cover away.

I look out the window

and see rolling hills of green,

trees and leaves standing side-by-side.

Mountains are outlined by

the blue sky, a perfect backdrop

against their rising spines.

It’s a beautiful sight.

Varying shades of emerald

fade to turquoise amidst the clouds.

A peaceful reflection of the world,

the creation of a mighty and loving God.

It’s a blessing to behold.

Surrounded by the sight,

one takes notice of the right kind of silence.

The kind that pulls at your heart

and beckons upward.

Was that a story! My imagination’s so full. Not too gory… Not too dull…

I’ve gotta tell someone! Who’s ‘round to hear? The plot twist will stun, ‘em. But then it’s spoiling, oh dear…

So what am I supposed to do? I can’t keep this bottled inside! With the wizard, and the girl, and the horse that flew! Oh I’m so miserable, I’d rather die…

A ferry is dressed in red, as it makes its daily trek across the river

and listens to the new voices of those who see the city as a rare and beautiful thing.

Buildings of a hundred years hold a thousand stories, and sing,

“We are old, not new as your eyes may consider.”

The bridge, tall and strong, stands firm against the river’s sliver,

and it carries the weight of all people while their voices ring.

The stones have been worn down by time, smoothed by each footfall’s sting.

It has been a long life of serving the feet of others, an unrecognized caregiver.

Bright colors of teal and gold are a stark contrast against the buildings’ old age,

as though a master has tried to teach an old dog new tricks.

The city stands, swirling with the breath of new days,

with a new life that leaches on and sticks.

And the river continues to flow, as the new and old play,