As I woke this morning, padded my way to the kitchen to make my breakfast, and greeted my sweet puppy dogs with a ‘good morning’, I looked out my window and was immediately reminded of the Washington coast. The high clouds that filled the sky filtered the sunshine that fell so soft on the pine tree in my front yard that the needles looked vibrant and alive. If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear the sound of waves crashing over the beach, the smell of the salt water was not far from my memory.
And as it usually happens, my thoughts then turned to Aspen and where I had left her the last time I worked on her story. She was sitting calmly between the stone teeth atop Cliffehaven’s castle. War weighed heavily on her mind as she watched the village below her wake up. It was a cloudy morning, much like the one I was staring out at. She could hear the waves crashing on the cliffs and memories flooded her mind of the crescent shaped beach and the hidden garden of Eden where she had married Thorne. The sound of the waves brought her more comfort than disdain.
It felt like yesterday that Thorne had whisked her away on the king’s orders, to places she’d never imagine had existed, and places that were far from the sea. It was a sound she missed while they were away and it was the sound of the waves that welcomed them home again.
And so my fingers itch to tap into her life again and although war is looming over her, I miss her so much and look forward to moving forward beside her until the series ends. She may feel fearful in her cloudy morning but I feel hopeful in mine.
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