Wonderland

Cherry blossoms hung like suspended pink snow flakes upon the thin silhouettes of tree branches- the willowy trees lining the path. There were bright red and white spotted toadstools nestled amongst the thick, lush, grass- dew drops sparkling at the tip of each blade. Everything seemed to shine; every flower, blossom, and raindrop emanating a certain safe warmth that encapsulated its every observer. There was most definitely a kind of magic in the air of this place; it was familiar in all its unfamiliarity. It was a mystery, and it was enthralling.