this weeks were hectic. last few days i've spend in mountains. on friday afternoon, we were sitting in a pub over the hill. behimd windows mist and soft rain and falling dusk inside beer and conversation about fairy tales and how to put them on the stage.
on the way home my child heart woke up after many months. i saw elfs and pilgrims with stone hearts and unheaded riders, phantoms and giants apearing from the mist. glowing eyes of large wolfs hiding in shadows and warm light of alone standing tavern.