It was three o’clock on a brisk December afternoon and whilst out exploring and scouring the woods for earthly treasures, my muse stumbled upon the most enchanting place.
Mist rose from the stream and the frost bitten fields. We followed the path that was scattered with glacial leaves and tree bark. Trees stood tranquil, their bare limbs dangling tiny icicles.
The pathway had many twists and turns and we wandered in the direction of a bridge. Upon arrival a solitary white crane flew over the water.
A small descent lead to the breathtaking frozen lake. The majestic ice was bathed in light from the setting sun. We discovered animal tracks in the snow, and an exquisite fairyland.