Snow Faery

The first snow put my house into a cozy pillow of safety. I feel better with snow. I feel like winter is my time, when I am better, stronger and can do much more – without fear created by cruel sun, unleashed over seething earth. It’s a season of ice faeries and northern wind caressing my face with chill.

I like my warm jacket and my black metal music I take on every walk between the white and the sky.

Don’t stop falling, snow. I want to lose myself in you. A winter court fae, which waited so long for her element…