Fairy Dust

when i was little, my friends and i made little fairy houses out of leaves, rocks, twigs and flowers found in the garden. during the summer we put hours in creating the little homes with such patience and carefree joy.
in the mountains, i have found that places like these feel something like where fairy dust might have been sprinkled. but for humans.
being recalled back home comes in so many different ways.

xo, Hallie