Golden Windows

A young shepherd living near the hill, taking his flocks everyday to drumlin. He wonders deeply while sitting upon the rocks, looking at afar house while feeding his flocks. The shepherd's desire is fantasy of afar home, that has golden windows behind hedge of anemone. He wonders if the windows of the house are gold how other appurtenance of the house are mould? He starts his journey to there, finally after some time, going along the way across the hill while biting a loaf of naan. When arrives, he finds the house in fully collapsed condition. There are no golden windows but a poor crumbled house. He looks to his own house down the drumlin surprised by the heavenliness of his own dwelling The sun was casting back on his house's stained windows just like the sparkling on the gold as the sun downs