A beautiful squirrel was sitting on the edge of a bench. In truth, though, she was not a squirrel but a real fairy from an outlandish forest. She had to pass a difficult exam on magic, and so she had come here to practice. […]
Nestled on a narrow strip of land between two lakes the house stood on the very shores of both. Trees, mountains and skies reflected in their peaceful crystal waters.
In the morning, the splendour of the rising sun mirrored like liquid gold in the lake to the East. And in the evening the light of the setting sun would move and wreathe like living fire upon the gentle waves of the lake to the West. Indeed, the beauty of that place cannot be described in words, for it was like an amazing fairy tale […]
… and even the storm will pass and, in its final moments, let the Light through to illuminate the strength and majesty of all that has been and that which may yet come…
Imagine a beautiful spring morning. You are walking down the path by the lake, breathing in the fresh air. On your left, magnificent chestnuts bloom. They are gently swaying overhead with their flowers illuminated like candles in honour of the celebration of Life! […]