Suddenly, she finds herself in the most enchanting little garden,
one that reminds her of that recurring joyful dream she had when she was a child.
She’s an adventurer. Wherever she is, she explores every centimetre of it. She wants to feel like she immerses into the culture, the lifestyle, the soul of a place.
And so she looks around, unceasingly. Not only looking, but with the eyes wide open. This is, she believes, the only way to find the unfound and to discover the story behind the things around her. She wants to absorb it all.
Suddenly, she finds herself in the most enchanting little garden, one that reminds her of that recurring joyful dream she had when she was a child, where she ran and ran playing hide and seek with her brother. “Ah, those were the days, even my dreams have grown up it seems…”
She feels an irresistible urge to start playing again, what is the harm of letting out your inner child once in a while? Running, first carefully, then freely; she feels the cold winter wind entangling her hair, and she doesn’t care.
The winter clothes she picked out this morning come in handy now. A hat, the colour of falling leaves; a bag, auburn like the trunk of the trees. In harmony with that jacket and those hunter green pants, they create the perfect camouflage to play hide and seek.