Roaring, warming fires in the darkest of winters. The gentle flicker of candlelight. Those late summer evenings, walking in the forest, trying not to be eaten alive by mosquitoes. Cooking fresh food and swimming in the lake, still and reflective like a mirror.
Barefooted berry picking in the forest, running home with blue tinted fingers. Soon the smell of crumble along with a warm hug from mamma and pappa. You can go here to read more of beauty and the life an image of simplicity in all it’s perfection.
