Our Cabin in The Clouds

Our exciting cottage in the clouds is an exciting real peak of my summer vacation. Joy and ecstasy in suburban life are gathered up completely by the northern paradise. This place was my life between summer and the weekend from my childhood, and my parents and grandparents are the same. There is an instant feeling in the limit of safe, free, and pure heaven. What you are used to quickly, it is a huge open world you can not experience enough, but it can overcome you in a safe way by alleviating all the pressure of reality.

From the hut at the bottom of the mountain, Yunhu made his own music. It hits the rocks and shines - the night is dark, hot days are blue and sharp. Wait for the cloud to pass to reflect that flat side. At that time I did not know, but I was waiting for any impression that summer was, my heart was like immobile water. My older brother is lying around white, and a steel hospital bed is too big for his small body. His ears, his cheeks were washed, as the child got after dreaming. I inhaled my breath from the door and hurt my throat. I turned to him and waited for him to get up. However, Sammy was very quiet and exposed one leg, barely laying up the superman's pajamas thin skin and bones on one shoulder, barely lifting the seat.

Excerpt from 'quality of light', © 2009 Mary Carroll Moore, all rights reserved. It was published by Bella Books / Spinsters Ink in September 2009.

Despite the thick clouds covered with wide snow, sunrise somehow illuminated the dark sky when I slid my boots over my socks socks. Also I wore a pajamas, hanging from my washing jacket on my husband's down jacket, I put my black gloves, I removed the door lock and entered the garage. Just clicking the button once, the door of the garage rises and sighs with cold and cold screams. I walked through a narrow passage between the truck and the garage wall, took out the snow shovel from the cradle and walked over the car parking in the driveway. When I opened the door of the driver's seat, when the key entered the ignition and ready to start the engine of the car, the fluff of avalanche powder dropped to the driver 's seat. I tried to get it back from the car with my gloves - it belongs to that place

Overnight, our small red fisherman's cabin at the Malangen resort was covered with rain and snow in the window. I woke up several times and was afraid that our cabin would be blown off the cliff and enter the Arctic cloud. My company slept very well and shouted as passionately as the wind. The sea shouts loudly at the top of the rock, which is more dramatic than the sound of ordinary water on the beach in California. On the second day in northern Norway and the first day in Malangen resort we stayed on the bed for a long time and woke up watching the little light of the fjords shining through the hardshiping morning sun. These suns never rise above the horizon. At the end of December, we live in the night, the sunshine reaches us from 10 am to 1:30 pm, emits a faint light, shines the surroundings blue and shadows around the mountains I dropped it.