The soft clouds passed overhead, as I lay on my back on the grass. It was still wet from the heavy showers that passed silently over the landscape like spectres, and often appeared without warning. Between showers, there was glorious sunshine and a cool breeze that carried the scent of hyacinths and daffodils. I gazed at the sky, watching the perfect white clouds and blue sky pass over quickly as the wind carried them to far-off places. I had been lying here for quite some time, long enough for two showers to have been and gone. The showers left everything soaked, but the cool winds quickly dried everything before the next shower came. I could see another shower heading in my direction, but it was moving unusually slowly in this type of weather. It looked like a wall of darkness, consuming the nearby village as it passed over. The rain from this shower appeared to be very heavy, and it blocked the sight of the village, making it appear to be a sea of mist. I got up and picked up my old backpack and headed for the village. Strangely, as I walked slowly towards it, the shower didn’t move. Instead, the mist turned into dark and threatening blue, warning travellers to avoid it. I stopped at the wall of blue and wondered if I should pass through the barrier of rain. I held out my hand to see how heavy the rain was. The next thing I knew, I woke up back on the hillside, lying in the damp grass, the clouds calmly passing overhead.
Another shower passed overhead, the wind picking up as the rain fell to earth. I looked over at the village again; the shower hadn’t reached the village yet. It was a Saturday, I realised, and that the town should have been busy with market-goers. It was empty. The rain passed after a few minutes, and I decided to approach the village again. Through the empty streets, I noticed that there was no one in the houses either. The town did not look abandoned; the houses were in a good condition. The thatching on the roof could have been replaced just yesterday, and the cobblestone streets had been recently swept. I came across some stables, where horses should have been kept. There were no animals either. The wind began to pick up, so I looked to the sky. The wall of deep blue was advancing again, coming from over the mountains to the south. I waited for it to pass over the village, hopefully providing some answers to why there was no one here. The wall slowly approached me, and I held out my hand to try to enter this void.
I lay on the grass again, with the calming wind surrounding me and the peaceful clouds passing overhead.
