Spring, despite its gray tones and feeble light, had a decidedly romantic quality in this village. It was the color
palette she thought of. A misty, translucent white caressed the blue thistle ocean beyond her.
A deep emerald green sprouted right off the ends of the boulders where she stood and disappeared into the morning mist that cloaked the warm pine wood homes rising into the hills. It was also quiet, apart from the foamy ocean of course.
The sun had yet to peer over the horizon and tint the sky, nobody stirred from their beds. And this is precisely why she found herself amongst the grass, amongst the cool smooth boulders, and amongst the hazy dawn. It was quiet, nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to explain, true peace.