The Mist Closes Behind Her

On her last afternoon, Polly flew high above the coast. Below her were the tea fields, the crater lakes, and the quiet forest. The island looked like old volcanoes, still slowly turning green.

På sin sidste eftermiddag fløj Polly højt over kysten. Under hende lå temarkerne, kratersøerne og den stille skov. Øen lignede gamle vulkaner, der langsomt bliver grønne.

Boats went back to the harbor. Lights came on along the coast. Smoke smell drifted up from the shore.

Bådene sejlede tilbage til havnen. Lysene tændtes langs kysten. Duften af røg drev op fra stranden.

Fog came in from the sea. It covered the crater, then the tea fields, then the harbor. Polly had seen this before.

Tågen kom ind fra havet. Den dækkede krateret, så temarkerne, så havnen. Polly havde set det før.

She flew out over the water. Behind her, the island kept cooking dinner underground and growing tea. A small grey bird stayed safe in its forest.

Hun fløj ud over vandet. Bag hende kogte øen stadig aftensmad under jorden og dyrkede te. En lille grå fugl var i sikkerhed i sin skov.