I’m dreaming of a white christmas..
Nah. But I’m dreaming.
Of dark, mysterious fairytale woods, fairies, nymphs and trolls, magic and myths. Early morning sun, shining over a still, misty lake, with its secrets and history. Green plains, wild horses. Snowy mountains with hidden caves. 
Standing on a hilltop, looking out over the autumn-colored landscape, with the feeling of a long and happy journey ahead. The green light in a wood where the sun shines through a thick roof of leaves. Squirrels, snakes and mice, hiding in the shadows. Hearing a storm run through the woods, thunder, wind and rain.
That’s what I’m dreaming of. Mysterious beautiful things :)
Picture credits to AstridPhotography, Josephine Wall
A poet peeks out :)