Fairyland

There is a rocky path, small fields on the left and a mysterious forest on the right, a fairyland. Cold creek among the trees running towards the lake. A red short wall decorated with nettles and a gate at the end of the road. Winding hill, red brick steps on the side with cones spread all around, just like if someone dropped them in a hurry. At the top of the hill, right behind the bushes a castle surrounded by acacias. In front of the entrance a nut-tree. Further, rabbits, swings, a sandpit and a slide. Flowers everywhere. A small beach at the bottom of the hill with a thick chain at the entrance and a leaning willow at the bank, next to a rusty, creaky pier. Warm raindrops dripping from the sun, air filled with whispers, magic and wild mint. Black night sprinkled with stars mirrored in the surface of the lake.