Our Sun Still Shines

The streets of Bree are full this morning. A group of small children play with sticks. A local vendor sells spices. The aroma can catch a person off guard. There is a mixture of cummin, and old leather. A hint of garlic and pine needles wobbles across noses. It smells old yet familiar. The leaves on the trees have perked up considerably since the cold snap last week. From a cottage window a maroon and orange piece of clothing waves in the breeze. There is a bit of a nip in the air. It is a chill or thought of something sinister in a land far away. The sun still shines here. It's light warms our day in Bree. There is hope on the horizon.