Sjøen

When the rains came heavy the sea would turn a tumultuous gray. It would raise up and twist itself as it tried to bring the boat into itself and there would be a little bit of fear in men. But unless it became very bad and the sea became very greedy against the boat the … More Sjøen

Broken Promise

Clouds mix with fog, the air is heavy and cold. It stings against my cheeks. My breath tumbles out of my lungs and spills into frost against my beard. I wish it would leave. But it stays. The mountain’s layer of crystal crunches against my boots. It crushes about like so many pieces of glass. … More Broken Promise