.......as a weaver of tales I thought this card could be the start of a story for you....
I got the postcard in the mail the day before we left for Rastarbo. I put it in the totebag I had packed with books, notebooks and stationary........and almost forgot about it.
Untill last night when I was writing a few letters. The card stirred something deep in me, a heartstring found its right tune. I took the melody with me out on the terracce...........to find a fairytale world in the view.
One thing leads to anoher...
a postcard
the book I am reading
secret thoughts locked by a golden key
Schumann's Traumerei
Cabin view
words on paper
peace
