This short piece of writing was inspired by Eldarion and the ever-curious thoughts of growing old and understanding and loving your parents. I hope you enjoy.
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Window View: the mystery of a father to a son
He once watched his father as he stood with a clouded gaze, his focus far beyond the eyes sight. It was to the north, a place unseen by his eyes, yet clearly vivid in the eyes of his father. The dawn would rise, and he stood soundlessly watching as the would took form in the radiant sunlight. Never did he break the solemnity that hung over him as the moments passed. The dawn horn would call, and his father would sigh. Then, with a final fleeting glace, he would turn and leave.
Never would he ask the reason from his father, to break the revere that graced him as he stood in the window. Yet the question nagged at him in his disquiet thoughts. So strange was it to him when his mother evaded the true answer with a soft smile. Part of his father lingered elsewhere, he decided.
Years worn on until the passing of his father, when he found himself standing in his father\rquote s window, his eyes locked with the far away realms that he had learned to love so dearly.
