Old blue dangled quietly at my side, illuminating the path away from the lodge. The cloud covered ceiling overhead displayed gentle hues of blue. It was enough to inspire a walk around the mountain. I slowly disappeared into the haze.
On the cliff tops I admired an armor-clad fir tree. I found myself inspired, yet again. The steadfast resilience of nature was like nothing else I’d seen. The wind picked up slightly; a nearby evergreen creaked in agreement.
I blew out the old lantern and made for home.
"Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for mankind.”