This kind of day asks you to come along. How can you resist? It is the easiest date. You needn't plan a thing.
The boundaries between you-as-adult and you-as-child become a blur. You walk into white and laugh. How can it be? How can the world really look like this?
You climb the small hill. Trees creak, branches threaten to break under weight of snow. The child in you doesn't care.
So you take a chance and, like Alice, you fall through a hole, into another world...
Snow photos by L.L. Barkat. For PhotoPlay, at HighCallingBlogs.
Monica's Fire Dance
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