a Belarusian village nook, make a little room

a Belarusian village nook, make a little room

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.

mp.050920 little huntress Murka 😉

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.