Been searching the grove for fairies, but they disappeared during Jack Frost's arrival. They left their hallow trees full of forgotten trinkets–– lost thimbles, broken strings and scattered pixie dust. I trace secrets in the frosted bark and wait for their return, for winter to end; but I fear even time itself has frozen. Image from cottoncandyhair on Tumblr.
She gazed up at the buttercream sky and wondered what it would take to learn how to fly.