Sometimes when it is cold outside pulling on layers of clothes feels like a terrible nuisance. On days like this I stand at the window and look out.
Before long something aways tugs at my curiosity at THO and this curiosity wins out over the desire to stay toasty. So on goes the coat and boots and the camera also gets tucked into my pocket.
Looking back from the lane, the house looks cozy…
Below my feet, right where I stand I see that I have had a silent visitor.
Today, however, I did not get whisked down the rabbit hole. A pity, I think. Wouldn’t it be fun to be Alice?