Chapter 1 - Hazel Eyes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Blue as the wings of a heron in the night Like the rising tides on the shores of Isle Skye They gleam evergreen, winds ‘a whistling in the pines Like a castle-crawling vine, like the grassy Glen of Lyon And rich …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 