The Face of Storm King
It is Autumn here in the Hudson Valley; the time when a not so young girl’s heart turns to fancy… yes, I’ve “fallen” for him; he’s tall, dark, strong with rugged good looks and though scarred from battle; he has always stood his ground. He is as old as the hills and he is royalty; the Storm King. Alas, his heart belongs to another… the beautiful River that flows beneath his watchful gaze; she is one with whom I cannot compete…
