When luck wants that you are born in the part of the world that is known as "the far nord" you get used to a few things. You are surrounded by huge forests and wooden houses, rock formations that tell you that magical creatures may call this their home, cold and clear lakes and fjords that stretch into the land like veins of life. The short summers don´t know any darkness, and the long winters no sun. A magical light called the aurora borealis watches over this lonely land and their people, inspiring them in their very soul. This, both enchanting and surreal landscape is what forms the people.

When this part of the world is what you call home you get used to one more thing: rain. Every season brings its own version, be it warm and quick in summer, cold and windy in autumn or dark and warm in spring.

It happened that Anna called such a place her home. While sunny or bright days were when she would be in the courtyard or gardens it were the rainy days that would bring their own pair of troubles, at least for her. It may be noted that she never really felt bored; neither did she experience what is called weather melancholy, but at times a wave of thoughtfulness would grip her, even at young age. Living in a castle would give enough room for movement, so on the many days in the year when she was forced to stay even more inside then usual she would run through the halls and rooms, exploring through eyes searching for adventure. The sound of raindrops on the window glass was usually accompanied with the sound of a pair of children's feet running. The empty halls and rooms would echo every step she made.

It is hard to feel only a few pages with the things she did on such days, with the adventures she imagined she went through when looking behind a wardrobe or spying through a keyhole into a long forgotten room, mainly because such things are products of the moment and may be lost the next second. Sometimes Anna would make herself comfortable under a table, again either in the many halls or rooms, and just sit there for hours and hours, lost in thoughts she did not understand. The sound of rain would be heard falling against the windows or on the wooden roof. At times a servant would pass along, sometimes voices would be heard from somewhere far off, sometimes the wind from outside. Something that was always accompanying all of this was silence.

Anna´s life was filled with silence, sometimes so deep that ones soul may become heavy with it. But, just like the warm rain clears away the cold winter, tears cleared away this cold silence.

Today is again one of those days when you can not go out side, not because the gates are closed, but because drops of rain are heavily dropping from the clouds on the earth hungry for spring. It pours on the roof, playing its own music and the naked trees wear drops on their branches like women wear pearls. Those who can, sit at home.

The fire is illuminating the small family parlour with its warm flames, making shadows dance on the floor and walls, warming the hearts. On the couch in front of the mantelpiece is Anna, nesting in Kristof´s arms. She holds a book in her lap she long ago forgot to read and Kristof sums a melody from a long forgotten time. Slowly she curls herself closer to him and he hugs her with his left arm. Nothing but the cracking of the fire is heard and the sound of the grandfather clock telling the time that is not important.

A.N. Its not nice to brag, but I´m pretty happy how this one turned out XD

Originally published February 26th 2017 on Tumblr.