Mr. B pointed across a field the other day and told me, "That's my favorite tree in the whole world because I think it looks like a monster."
Now every time I look at a weeping willow, I see this:
That made me think of how when I was young I'd see the sparkling snow under the moonlight and imagine a faerie's ball was taking place beneath the piles of flakes. The sparkles were their tiny chandeliers and glittering gowns.
Spill it, reader. What magic did you see in nature as a child?
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