The wide stretch of water at Paulton Basin has a way of quieting the mind. On the surface, ripples move slowly across the lake, breaking the reflection of the sky into shifting patterns. Ducks drift lazily in the distance, and the reeds at the edge bow gently in the breeze. It’s a place that holds stillness, yet never feels entirely still.
For twenty years, my heart has known, A quiet love that’s never shown. The day we met, the world stood still, A gentle spark, a silent thrill.
Each time our paths would intertwine, The brightest first minute became mine.
Brick by Brick – A Tudor Build
With steady hands and focused mind, Each tiny piece falls into line. Brick by brick, a tale is spun, A challenge set, a task begun.
The Tudor charm, so bold, so grand, With timber beams at my command.