Rushing, the wind battering the fenced up courtyard, Jasper penetrated the outside air. The burst of air exploded in his lungs. He was breathing fast, he knew he couldn’t keep this up. Bolstered, brash and meaningful he was determined to make an impact.
Ideas in a prism; a passionate soul bursting in his chest. He made his way standing fast against the torrential downpour, leaning forward against the howl. He could feel the warmth under his scarf from the glow of the farmhouse fire that he had embraced before venturing forth. The conversation last night bouncing around in the confines of his reasoning. Fresh understanding streaming through his mind.
“ I’ve already talked to Monty Adair”, Cathy’s sister had told him. The coast was clear to pursue his dream. The motivation was strong, his heart made up.
The sea roared and spray caught his eyes as he engaged with natures’ beauty. Healing tears of joy and resolution filled the present. Jasper stopped to catch his breath at the brow of the hill and sheltered against the wall of the ruined castle. He admired the power and strength of a small Island pony who seemed oblivious to the raucous weather. The image gave him courage to stagger on as he reached the greystone building.
He pushed the the gate and reached the doorway; bashed his boots on the metal grate in the porch to remove the sticky mud, then hammered the brass knocker. The door opened and there was Cathy “ Come in” she said quickly to preserve the warmth and generosity of her cosy cottage. Jasper boldly stepped forward, took off his coat and said “ Cathy I love you and I want you to be my wife.” Her eyes filled with tears and she held him in her arms.