…..on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.
In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .
But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.
Source: Vera Nazarian
Photo: Mattias Wietz
Inky’s Take: The photo is of Frost Flowers, and that particular meadow is in the Artic. I could tell you all about them, I could. For me though the logic isn’t important. For me it’s just another moment of magic on this big planet of ours… I couldn’t help but smile. You’ll never convince me that fairies did not form them, never. Sometimes it all about the magic. You can keep your logic…