At sunset, the traveler and his horse crossed the bridge, which lit up with the orange hues of early sunset. His childhood home awaited him beyond the trees, and the old river flowed silently below.
Slowly, he planted his steed, guiding it with a sure hand. The stone house, old and welcoming, exuded a familiar appeal. The warmth of the fireplace greeted him as he crossed the threshold.
Under the familiar roof, the traveler and his horse found rest. The evening was spent with the crackling of the fire, the quiet breath of the river, and the friendly presence of the trees. On that night, past and present merged in an embrace, in the house that held the memories of a lifetime.
@SpaghetMeNot Thank you very much for your kind words. As for colors I am inspired by that type of painting, I often wonder if it would not be better if I made it “more real” but in the end I lean more and more towards a more pictorial version. Thank you very much again for the kind words!
