[ WP ] The ones who wander

After coming in the house and starting a pot of coffee, I went to check the computer. There was a postit in the middle of the monitor: 
 
 Rian - What Kolour are the Flowers? 
 
 I did n't have to check. German capitalization, mangled spelling, wrong name ( I'm `` Rhyan'' ), the `` Flowers'' would be the wrong colour, too. Sighing, I turned off the pot and got my coat. I grabbed the postit pad, and scribbled. 
 
 Ryan - number 1-17 are wrong. I'll take 23 next. 
 
 Then I left, following the path out the back door that lead into the woods. The trail faded to nothing, but it did n't matter - I could feel the tingle, see brightening of the colour of the greenery. I came to the circular clearing. 24 trees in an evenly spaced circle, with grasses and small brush between them. One tree had an arrow crudely carved into it, pointing clockwise. It was # 1. I went to the tree two to its left. An oak, no more than 50 years old. Or so it appeared. I placed my hand on the trunk. Nothing changed, but something *happened*. The trees, brush, the arrow, even the clouds in the sky - all the same. But I knew they were n't. 
 I returned to the house, turned the coffee on again. I went to the computer. The two postits were there. The one I had scribbled on said. 
 
 Rhyan - numbres 1-18 are rong. I'll try 22 nekst. 
 
 I went to the hallway and looked across, through my bedroom door. On the windowsill was a vase of yellow flours. Finally. I started to turn, then froze. 
 
 Had the vase always been blue?
