Frozen in Time
I stand before the ancient castle on the emerald, grassy knoll. The tombstones reside in front like palace guards. I walk slowly on the lush, thick grass that provides food for the grazing sheep. The storm clouds are slowly creeping in and the thunder speaks to me as if I am an old friend. I stare up at the dilapidated castle and wonder about the secrets it holds. I hope it will tell me. The clouds darken the sky while the sun struggles to peer through and provide some much needed light. I wish I could see the past inhabitants of this castle and how they lived. The sheep continue to eat, ignore, and wonder. The crisp, cold air chills me to my core. I stand there silently contemplating and I ask myself, “Will I ever know?” The castle is an open book waiting to unveil truths. This castle is the heart of the land, speaking through wounds and flaws. The castle, the storm, the sheep, the knoll and me; we are frozen in time.