Languidly sprawling across soft, dry bracken near the
Leaping flames of a birch fire.
Battle scarred leather armour hangs from a sturdy larch, and high up in its branches
Tiny birds are twittering, flickering,
busily gathering soft stuff for lining
Their nests.
The chill breeze shifts direction—a hint of seaweed reaches you,
Mingling with the rising sap of the trees.
Sunlight drips through the high branches
Big, golden drops of warmth you’ve waited all the
Brutally cold and dark winter to see again.
Your flask of spirit is near. You pour a libation on the ground,
Raise it to your lips, and
Rest while you can.
🔥 🌊
Wear this if you want to feel:
Bold, fearless, invincible
Imagine…
You’re a Viking,
Languidly sprawling across soft, dry bracken near the Leaping flames of a birch fire. Battle scarred leather armour hangs from a sturdy larch, and high up in its branches Tiny birds are twittering, flickering, busily gathering soft stuff for lining Their nests.
The chill breeze shifts direction—a hint of seaweed reaches you, Mingling with the rising sap of the trees. Sunlight drips through the high branches Big, golden drops of warmth you’ve waited all the Brutally cold and dark winter to see again.
Your flask of spirit is near. You pour a libation on the ground, Raise it to your lips, and Rest while you can.
🔥 🌊
Wear this if you want to feel: Bold, fearless, invincible