As a child I always wondered what it would be like to be inside a cloud. Today is a "being-inside-a-cloud" day. It is magical to me. The fog is thick on this crispy chilly winter day.
The frost dresses every straw of grass with crystal stockings...
I drive slowly through the fields and forests as I can't see very far... I tell a story to Emmy in the back seat. A story of trolls and gnomes, witches and small people. The fog inspires to many great and magical tales... Another story is about a princess being saved by the prince. How a big white horse ridden by this handsome and strong prince will appear out of the fog like I saviour and suddenly this happens!!! For real. The prince is of course a farmer in his every day riding outfit but the horse is tall and white. We giggle out loud together at the fact that this really happened as the story was told.
When we get back home I see my dress hanging outside my bedroom window... I guess I forgot to bring it in last night... The fields around my house look magical in the dancing mist. We go inside and have a snack, snuggle up in the warm living room. Emmy with beads. Me with crochet. A magical day this is.