Hazy light filtered through the trees

The water vibrates through the sticks of trees that grow leaves only through the eyes of the mist

Lets focus on the sun that rises above the horizon mists now that I know I see the clouds of hope were there is no doubt about the mist or tanny view I just looked up and saw the day was new...

As the hazy light filtered through the trees, I felt at ease. I was home.

Miles away lay a kingdom that I was supposed to lead. But here was the place that I actually felt like royalty.

The current slowly moved me through the rising trees. The sun came through like a dim spot light.

It was as if nature was telling me I was doing okay and that it believed I was meant to be who I was.

And because o...

As a hazy light filters through the trees, I see a little figure sitting in a small boat.

The boat rocks gently while the water whispers beneath it. I watch the little figure sit stonily in the boat. Quietly pushing my oars through the water, I glide just a bit closer to the majestic scene.

As though aware of my presence, the figure turns. It’s a stout woman, standing not so tall. Despite her ...

As the hazy light filtered through the trees growing from the shallow lake, an unassuming man sits in his rowboat; fishing pole in hand. The sun hung low in the orange sky, with plants stretching up above the early morning fog to receive its golden light. The fisherman had his straw hat draped over his tired old eyes, seeming to be entirely unaware of his surroundings.

Despite his unimpressive ap...

Water ripples against the shoreline. He watches with baited breath, head cocked, eyes transfixed on the gentle waves. The subtle way of the water, as it’s pushed ashore creating movement in the grass. This intrigues him.

“Something changes the waters.” He signals to his friend. Then picks her up and carries her up a tree. Where they sit silently, blending with the stillness that surrounds this pl...

As the hazy light filtered through the trees like rich coffee into a pot of frothing milk, Talulah Hart fiddled with the warped wooden handle as it slipped and slid away from her fingertips as though it were drenched with the tears and mucus of some tricky goblin from a children’s story. When the old fashioned lock finally gave in she felt into the familiar dryness of bilge, it was even collecting...

As the hazy light filtered through the trees, I saw a man sitting on a boat.

He did not appear to be of our people, his clothing and demeanour indicating a different kind of origin.

Their boat drifts this way.

We arise from our hiding spots and prepare to confront them. We don’t receive uninvited guests kindly, and we certainly didn’t invite whoever this is.

The man gazes at us under the brim ...

As the hazy light filtered the air, I took a nice breath.

The cozy aesthetic made me shiver.

The air was ever so light it felt like I was going through a cloud.

I paddle again, wooshing through the air.

The water looked like crystals, dazzling so bright.

The fog was quite thick but it was still nice.

A strong wind comes and my hat hovers in the sky but comes back to me.

It was a bit strange but so...

As the hazy light filtered through the foggy mist, I could not see one bit. I could barely see the boat I was in as I floated in the water. Suddenly, a shape emerged from the fog, growing larger as it approached. It was another boat, its shadow was moving silently towards me. Hesitant yet curious, I called out, "Hello?" There was no answer, only the light waves of water against the mysterious bo...

As the hazy light filtered through the trees, a figure on a boat came into view, a hat pulled down over their face.

They got closer to me and I gripped my oars tight, ready to make a quick getaway if required. They stopped their boat a few metres in front of me and without looking up, said in a loud booming voice which echoed around my head:

“THIS IS MY LAKE! LEAVE IT! NOW!”

The trees and wate...