I woke up this morning early as always and quietly made my way downstairs to make some coffee. As I got into the kitchen my eyes wandered through the windows and there before me lay pure magic, it was snowing, it is snowing!
I went to go stand outside, stuck my tongue out and tasted the flakes as they fell on my tastebuts… the taste of adventure, new found freedom and life. Pure magic.
Their garden even without snow is like a fairy’s playground, caste iron gates enter onto the wonderland filled with a little stream. Over the stream leads a little chinese bridge to wonders I am yet to find. In the far right corner lies a little wooden house with brooky lace and chairs inside. A birdhouse lies off to the left, 6 stories high with little entrances for the birds to flutter in, stands so tall.
The snow is covering it all now and its beauty I find hard to translate with mere words so close your eyes and imagine the true magic… this is the second time I am witnessing snow fall but this time it is magic. There is no torment, no sadness or anger, no, this time its only magic!
ITS SNOWING!!! and I am FREEEEZING!