Black and grey tattoo on a forearm showing a sun over mountains and a lake, with handwritten lettering arranged around the design.

Mountain and sun quote on forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A forearm tattoo showing a sun above layered mountain peaks and horizontal water lines, framed by a curved arc of handwritten lettering. Part of the quote is legible and reads as a line about going somewhere and needing a book for a troubled soul. The work is in black and grey ink, with shading on the peaks and sun and a dark background behind the arm.

Lettering Forearm Mountain Sun Lake Lettering Quote Landscape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ewes had got through the broken wire again by the time Nell reached the lower field, and the lake was already going grey under the ridge, the way it did before snow. She counted them through the gate with her breath hanging in front of her, eleven, twelve, and the collie ran the strays back without being asked. Her father's old van was parked by the byre with its side door open, the passenger seat stacked with paperbacks in carrier bags. The mobile library from the market town had stopped running in October, and the driver, who had known her father for thirty years, had left them there with a biro note tucked into the top bag: take what you need, leave what you can.

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She had meant to sort them into the boxes for the church jumble stall. Instead she sat on the tailgate in her coat and read the first chapter of a book about a lighthouse keeper who kept a ledger of every ship that passed, though no ship ever stopped. Her fingers went numb on the cover. The light went off the peaks across the water, first the far ones and then the near, until only the pale line of the lake was left, and a single curl of smoke from the Hendersons' chimney on the other shore.

In the spring she would have to decide about the farm, and she knew it, the way she knew the ewes would lamb in March whether she was ready or not. For now she took the lighthouse book inside, dried her hands at the Rayburn, and wrote her own name on the flyleaf under the stamp, in case anybody came looking for it. Then she carried the bag back out to the van and left it on the step, with the cover facing the morning.