On a stormy, starless night, an elderly farmer sits on his weathered porch, the wooden rocking chair creaking softly beneath him. Each burst of lightning reveals his figure in stark contrast against the darkened sky, casting long, dramatic shadows. His face, weather-beaten and lined with the wisdom of years, remains stoic yet contemplative, framed by the glow of a flickering lantern. Behind him, the silhouette of his farmhouse stands tall, its windows aglow with warm, inviting light, a beacon of safety amidst the storm
On a stormy, starless night, an elderly farmer sits on his weathered porch, the wooden rocking ch... [more]