Hands grasped the edge of the decrepit well, as knees sank deep into the damp earth and chilled him to the bone. Strong hard working hands steadied him, as wise young eyes gazed back from the depths of the mirror, so untouched for decades. Old weathered hands gently touched the perfect surface and disrupted its timeless rest. Such determined eyes, that began to water and the precious liquid streaked down a lifetime and gently fell into the pool. Hopeful eyes that smiled and watched the gentleness of the ripples expand through a promise he had made. He shifted and leaned his back against the well and the musty earth enveloped his senses as tired eyes looked to the heavens, his oath kept.
Dedicated to my Grandfather