Stopping by the woods....

  Twilight approached fast. The yellow streaks from the sky disappeared eventually, leaving behind a gray blue horizon, splotched with patches of snowy clouds. The snow storm had dwindled but the winds still raged, like a beast crying in anguish. The glass window shuddered against the frames as another gust crashed into it. My horse must think how queer it is. He must assume that his owner has lost his mind. His owner has stopped by the cruel woods, in this small shelter without any food or comfort. I am afraid that all his thoughts are actually true.

 For it couldn’t be anything else but the notions of a mad man to find solace in this ominous place on the darkest evening of the year. Outside the window, I could see the frozen lake, its surface glimmering eerily under the ethereal sky. Beyond the lake, stood the woods whose sinister fables had travelers abandon their expedition before they could even set out. The faint green of the pines was concealed by the snow. Apart from the misty silhouette of the few pines, nothing could be seen except the void, the darkness yonder. 

 The blue hour didn’t last long but it lasted long enough to cast its cerulean glow around. I looked around the room I was standing in. The room was blue, everything in it was blue. I felt a chill go down my spine and I buried my hands deep inside my pockets. The walls reflected the blue outside and the floor seemed to be made of sapphire. All other colors ceased to exist. The cobalt bed with the azure sheets and the indigo luggage with the periwinkle rug beneath. 

 My horse neighed in the next room. We were getting late. But it was hard to believe in the existence of time when the view Infront of my eyes had left me haunted. Time was merely an abstract concept now. The hues seemed to seep into my being, mesmerizing me with their soothing presence. The cold glued me to the place, no longer making me feel uncomfortable or chilly but strangely pleasant. The deafening silence, instead of turning me queasy made me want to give in. Those woods. That lake. A place to lose myself. To be never found again by another living soul. To wander and ramble. To disappear without a trace. Unburdened and free. No obligation. My senses must have collapsed because I heard someone calling me. My name, was being murmured against my ears.

 “I need to go home”, I thought to myself. “So come home”, whispered the voices, reverberating around me, bouncing off the walls, “You belong here”, My breath rose in the form of mist, in front of my eyes.

 “Yes”, I thought, “I belong here”. My feet turned to lead and my sight began to dim. A pleasant scent engulfed me as my head bobbed.

 My horse neighed again and my eyes snapped open. I blinked rapidly as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Twilight had crept away and the faint blue chrome was dissipating. A swift glance at my watch told me I was late and I hurried towards my luggage. My horse was standing, impatiently shaking his harness bell.

 When I crossed the lake, I looked back at the cabin. The room no longer appeared to be blue from the window. I sighed deeply. I had miles to go before another blue room entraps me.