A welcome idyll. A sanctuary soaked in sapphire blue. Cobalt blue covered tranquility on a sea of quiet. A bit of home to discover, waiting by the water.
Birdsong drifting in with the tide. Pearlescent shells, hanging inside, catching the wind through windows cast wide, chiming the waters below.
Life, the nature of it, pouring in through cabin windows, open, to fill the soul that was drained. A piece of peace lingering in the taste of the air. Tree branches sway. Paws at play. Minds at rest. By waters rippling blue, at the Blue House.