Wheeling Gull Isle harmony

he recalled a time.

the loneliness and coldness of the island had been what had greeted him the first time. but it had spoken to him then as it did now. in different ways, of course, but the vein was there all the same.

cold. the sea breeze becomes sharp. he said with a sudden pensiveness about him. to recall such times did nothing for his kindness. it inspired a need to work, to prove himself and provide for others.

the mainland has been silent from our neighbors. perhaps we hunt upon the river, before a sermon. he rolled the ball to her, to see if she may lead such an endeavor.