The Plateau
This week I have decided to post the start of a story that I have not yet finished . It is written in the third person and it describes an experience I had out in Norway earlier in the year. Please do not hesitate to let me know what you think.
The wind races across the plateau, sculpting elaborate patterns in the cold hard snow. He sits atop the small hill next to the hut, his head gazing upwards as he marvels at the magnificent night sky. The candles light up the hut windows from within as if they were beautiful emeralds amidst a vast sea of white, and his mind is occupied by the constellations and the people who named them. At this moment he is utterly at peace with the world.
Eventually he can withstand the cold no longer and he retreats to the welcoming sound of laughter and the warmth of the wood burner. He does so with the memory of an awe-inspiring sunset over a breath-taking landscape, it’s a memory that will stay with him for the rest of his life.
