A I sit on the park bench , the misty haze of clouds in the sky seem to encircle my thoughts. I look to the north and visions of this small but forceful cottage come into my view.
Gothic structures play upon the backgrounds of the park in its finest realm.
Birds chirping, bees buzzing to the tune of spring on the flowers and I daydream of long ago.
Romantic gestures of yesterday, breathtaking walks along the castle grounds, knights parading through the courtyards protecting the royalty at all odds.
Medievil times in all its glory...I am in awe of this special but magical spell that has come across me in my hours of this daydream. North Lodge in all its splendor, returning in my mind as the beacon in its humble origins, calls out to its master, the castle.
I look around...all is gone but a play yard at a park with children stirring up the senses.
But....in my mind.... a daydream at North Lodge.... will forever be a magical time in my magical mind.
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