I’ve been to the fairy tale forest when the stories were being written. Have you?
This place of unnamed legend silently requests your presence. Wraps you in frosted spectacle.
In the forest, letters form differently when a storm arrives.
Fields of snow speak image & emote phrase.
A sentinel stands watch.
An old friend rises to greet.
Points a circular way.
Wind flows along.
Geometry slices the adventure into shapes.
Earth rests her weary bones.
In the corner number 7 draws the sky…
…and leads you through to fields.
Open arms invite you in.
Lonely trees unravel tales of existence inside the lines.
Some of our stories shall remain buried and vaulted.
Walk among the fallen.
Observe and wonder.
Do not be afraid. Befriend the Dragons.
Free your mind and body.
Cry tears inside the cold exquisite and…
…stain the glass of winter.
Follow the way. Journey to alternate times.
Disappear into dusk.
Never to be seen again.