Isobel’s POV
The clouds were arranged as neatly as child's toys, scattered over blue, content to drift where they fell. The morning sun had the potential to bring a day as hot as yesterday, but those wonderful puffs of white radiated it back out into space. The air was cooler, the colours less vivid and all without a drop of rain. On cloudy days, in that soft filtered light, my soul-song becomes more loud and confident. It is as if in those sweet moments I am able to self reflect all the better, that in reality is simply because I am listening to it all the better.
But today was not the time to self-reflect. It already had been a day that she was here and that day had not been very fruitful. I did not know why or how I was here but I was certainly not going to sit idle and make sure t
