043: Valley of Blue

It is a valley of blue. The mountain is blue. The lake is blue. The spruces are blue. The rocks are blue. Even the moss looks blue just before dawn, and the morning-mist blends it all into one rolling mass that slowly creeps past the windows of the little cottage by the lake. If someone lifts the curtains to look out, they will not see further than the nearest spruce. They might check the time, only to recall that the clock ran out of battery some time ago. Maybe they have a glass of water while they listen to the dull silence, but then they crawl back to bed to wait for the sun to melt the mist away.

Written by: Katrine H.