The creek through the woodland is almost frozen.
At dawn, a creature of snow and and ice steps lightly across it.
Winter isn’t done.
Do you:
- Paint pearl whites and icy blues
- Breathe frost onto your own fingertips
- Decide not to follow – the cold hurts
If the frost fawn appears, a harsh winter will follow – but if it pauses to drink, spring will come early.
Thankfully the fawn stops to drink, dripping shards of light into the water, and each ripple melts a little more of the ice beneath my boots. Up ahead, beyond the silvered trees, I catch the scent of chamomile and cinnamon wafting from a crooked door that shouldn’t be in the forest…
Link to the full story: Enchanted Bristles: A Painter’s Quest