whispers of the Willow

Clara stepped off the bus, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Elderswood was smaller than she had imagined, with its cobbled streets and quaint cottages nestled among lush greenery. The air was fresh, scented with the sweet perfume of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the nearby lake. She had left the chaos of city life behind to find inspiration for her art and to escape the suffocating noise of urban living.As she strolled toward the lake, her eyes widened at the sight of the willows, their long, flowing branches dancing in the breeze, casting delicate shadows on the water's surface. Clara felt a surge of creativity ignite within her—a canvas of possibilities awaited.