Atop a high knoll, a Gothic arbor. The town below seethes in blustery breezes that whirl around the few trees, bare and brown: A tempest’s iron furies unfurl.
Two lovers stand on the hill’s stony ground beneath the arbor’s brick sky as they look out over the city around them: marching clouds descend from on high.
The winds whip higher and stir dead leaves while they hold one another’s warm hands. Though the bleak scene may lead them to grieve, no: In togetherness, they make their stand.
They fight, fight for their love: It ignites their glowing embers of heartlight.
Inspired by this photo I took of the Gerichtslaube (Court Arbor), a remnant of a 13th century court building from Berlin that was moved to Potsdam in the 19th century: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lgskwioca22l