Sometimes you stumble across something that is just plain enchanting. Something that takes you back to a time when you allowed yourself to believe in the unseen. To believe in the world of make-believe. Fairies and elves watching you from behind leaves and blades of grass. squirrels just waiting to be your friend. Birds that sing at the sound of your voice. The things we never see, just feel. The things that we convince ourselves don’t exist as we get older and more “mature”. Why do we do that? Deny ourselves the magic that brings so much joy? After this little discovery I refuse to go back to my adulthood “maturity”. The fun of believing is just too real to ignore.
In the end, the choice is up to you.
From this enchanted home to yours,