072: The Olympians: II

Flames flicker in your eyes. You are lost in the reds and golds. It is warm. You think of blankets and hot chocolate and fireside stories. Of laughter and jokes and wonder. Of snow beyond the windows. And you think of barbecues and beer and roasted sausages with ketchup. Summer-songs echo in your ears, mixing with the crackle of burning pine-wood. You smell the smoke and the warmth, and you must be dozing off, because there are eyes staring back at you from the flames. You blink and sit up, but they are gone.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)