The small pond reflected our world, or possibly offered a passage into another one.
I walked into the trees, whose leaves made a kaleidoscope of color.
It was nice to be in a different world.
Even if I didn’t quite belong to it.
At some point, someone had built stone walls, which were now being reclaimed by the trees.
I felt like the landscape was populated by spirits that were watching and waiting.
The ferns were a reminder of a very different time in the past.
While the glowing meadow was a harbinger of a very different time to come.
