Fools and Fairy Tales

It is a narrow, mossy path between tall trees, glittering here and there with sunlight. Birds sing. Pebbles, and the occasional larger rock, peek from the thickly vined soil as though unwilling to disrupt the pervasive sense of calm. As the trail proceeds at a slight downhill slant, something shimmers with a faint light up ahead.

Perhaps it is a prince or a princess.


Colorful Eggshell