dream a little aqua dream
Off to the village we go, to the country cottage of my lovely friends, Taesa and Tanja (mother and daughter), where I was invited for the weekend.
We arrived late in the evening so I could not see outside, but as soon as the sun came out, I went to the nearest window and pressed my face against it, overwhelmed by all the beauty it framed.
Warmth. I had stepped into a storybook, time-traveled through the night.
I am found, time and time again, in simplicity,
it is the wonder my soul was created for.
I did not notice the missing glass nor the faded paint until I loaded my pictures days later.
Everything was as it should be.
Including the wings in the sky.
There’s so much I’d like to say about this beautiful place, but I think I’ll take my time saying it, showing it. For now, I’ll just soak up the pleasantness of it all and make a little room, a bitty mudroom just like the one where Grigori and Murka like to rest, and until our next village visit, dream a little aqua dream.