Colours.

„Open them!“
Green was the world, and majestic looked the slopes of the hills, playing around the feet of the mountains. The wanderer took a deep breath and tried to suck up all the colours playing in between the setting sun behind and the breathtaking perfection before her. The breeze added a mild blue while playing with her hair, forcing her to lay down and feel the softness of even the stones this magical place was resting upon.
Once again she remembered what was said to her back then, when this world was still a dreamscape:
„When you see it, set it free“.
With a deep cry she rendered praise to beauty, and while her heart burst she held on to her wave.
She had carried her, and would do forevermore.

I.S. 12.05.2010