Deliverance

Earth as hard as iron, water like a stone.  Sun with no strength, pale, washed out orb ready to extinguish, melt on the horizon. She pushed on through deep snow following Land Rover tracks across moorland. Blue, everything was blue; save for the orb. Salvation lay ahead. Ahead was release. All was still. Silent. No sound except the steady crunch beneath her feet.  And her breathing.  Rhythmic, alive. She was breathing.  A sheep stared, stayed stock still, she passed by. If she reached out the spell would be broken. She walked on. Ahead was sanctuary. Earth as hard as iron, water like a stone.