I’d told them before, the chromatic lens effects were just that: blue light…stuff and nonsense…
And they had smiled, kindly, and another pint of Guinness had arrived in the old pub in the forest.
And then the dream came and the bar vanished. And I was in this bright wood, alone with the blue light…and two old stone mills, that whispered, “Follow…”
Now the old wheel is freed, once more; and I go round and round and the voices giggle and the green things grow and grow and grow…”Hello…hello?”
Response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt: