Alwen woke up to the sweetest of sounds - the gentle chirping of birds outside his window. He stretched his arms, feeling the warmth of the sun peeking through the curtains, and couldn't help but smile. Today was a new day, full of promise and possibility!
He jumped out of bed, his feet landing with a soft thud on the wooden floor. The creaking of the old boards was music to his ears, a reminder of the cozy home he had built for himself. He dressed in his favorite farm clothes, the soft fabric a gentle caress on his skin.
As he stepped outside, the fresh air enveloped him, filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers. The fields stretched out before him, a vibrant tapestry of colors, each one a reminder of the beauty and wonder of the world. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had nurtured this land with his own two hands.
Alwen began to work the soil, his rake gliding through the earth with ease. The physical labor was a joy, a chance to connect with the natural world and clear his mind. As he worked, he felt a sense of peace settle over him, a feeling that everything was going to be alright.
The sun shone down on him, its warm rays a gentle reminder of the happiness that awaited him. Alwen felt a sense of hope rising within him, a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new and wonderful.
As he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, he noticed a small bird perched on the fence post, singing a sweet melody. Alwen couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of joy wash over him. This was what life was all about - finding happiness in the simple things, and embracing the beauty of the world around him.
Alwen continued his work for about 10 minutes, the rhythmic motion of his rake soothing his mind and connecting him to the earth. He titled the land with care, ensuring the soil was just right for his precious crops. As he finished, he gazed out at the sea of green before him, feeling a deep sense of pride and accomplishment.
Moving on to the next task, Alwen walked over to the tomato plants, their vibrant red color a beacon of joy. He gently plucked a few, inhaling the sweet aroma before taking a bite. The flavor exploded in his mouth, and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. "Hmm, delicious!" he exclaimed, the taste transporting him to a place of pure happiness.
He continued picking the tomatoes, filling his basket to the brim. As he worked, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, releasing the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers into the air. Alwen breathed it in, feeling his heart fill with gratitude for this beautiful world around him.
Finally, with his basket full, Alwen straightened up, taking one last look at the field he loved. The sun shone down, casting a warm glow over everything, and he felt at peace. With a contented sigh, he slung the basket over his arm and began his walk out of the field.
Alwen reached his farmhouse, the familiar creak of the old wooden fence a soothing sound as he pushed it open. He dropped the basket of tomatoes to the ground, the soft thud a comforting noise that signaled the end of a task well done. With a contented sigh, he clapped his hands together, trying to remove the dirt and dust that had accumulated during his time in the field. The dry earth crumbled away, leaving his hands feeling rough but satisfied.
Moving to the nearby barrel, he lifted the lid and dipped his cup into the cool, clear water. The liquid refreshed his parched throat as he took a long, slow drink. Closing his eyes, he savored the taste, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. The warmth of the sun on his face, the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees, and the sweet scent of the tomatoes all combined to create a sense of deep relaxation.
As he opened his eyes, a voice shouted from afar, "ALWEN!" The sudden noise made him jump, and he almost dropped the water in a sluggish way. But as he turned towards the voice, a smile spread across his face. A kid with brown-colored hair, similar to his own, was running towards him, a look of excitement on his face. The boy's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and his arms were already open wide, ready to embrace Alwen.
Alwen's heart swelled with love and anticipation, and he prepared himself for the energetic greeting that was about to come. The boy was running towards him, his footsteps pounding the earth, his laughter carrying on the wind. Alwen felt his heart fill with joy, and his arms opened wide, ready to envelop the boy in a warm embrace.
His face alight with happiness, the boy embraces Alwen as he lifts him up and throws him into the air, catching him with a gentle thud. The kid giggles in joy, his eyes sparkling with delight, as he is firmly placed on the ground. Alwen pats him on the head, "Good morning, Eric."
"Good morning, Mr. Alwen," Eric replies, his voice filled with happiness.
Alwen giggles and moves to take one tomato from his basket, throwing it to Eric, who catches it with a grin. Alwen smiles as Eric takes a bite, his eyes lighting up in surprise. "Oh, it's so sweet!"
Alwen moves closer, crouching to reach Eric's level, and pats him on the back. "I'm happy you like it. I'll bring more to the village later."
As they chat, Alwen notices that Eric is wearing his school uniform. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in school today?" Alwen asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Eric looks down, his eyes avoiding Alwen's gaze. "I was on my way, but I saw you and got distracted," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alwen chuckles and ruffles Eric's hair. "Well, I'm glad I could distract you. But promise me this," Alwen says, his voice serious, "be a good boy and don't run from your studies. Education is important, and I want to see you grow up to be a wise and knowledgeable person."
Eric's face falls, and he looks up at Alwen with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I don't want to," he says, his voice sullen.
Alwen gives a fake shocked expression, as if he is heartbroken by the boy's words. "Oh, Eric! How could you say that? Learning is an adventure, and it's essential for your future."
Eric looks up at Alwen, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Really? What did you learn in school?"
Alwen smiles, remembering his own days in school. "I learned about the world, its history, and its wonders. I learned about science, mathematics, and literature. And most importantly, I learned how to think critically and solve problems."
Eric's eyes light up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I want to learn all that too!"
Alwen grins, pleased with Eric's enthusiasm. "I'm glad you're interested. Now, promise me you'll go to school and pay attention in class."
Eric nods eagerly, his face set in determination. "I promise, Mr. Alwen. I'll study hard and make you proud."
Alwen smiles, feeling a sense of pride and hope for the young boy's future. "I know you will, Eric. And remember, knowledge is power, so keep learning and growing."
With a final pat on the back, Alwen sends Eric off to school, watching as he disappears into the distance, feeling grateful for the simple joys in life.
Alwen stands, just admiring the place
Hmm
I seem to be forgetting something