Early morn we awoke to a blanket of mist all around us.
We were transported to the underworld, where fairies flutter their luminescent wings in sheer delight while elves and gnomes roam wild and free.
There was something incredibly sensual about the way the morning crispy air brushed against my face.
Soft sweet kisses.
I saw the trees tickling the sky.
Apparently the Sequoia National Forest is what dreams are made of...
Only love, Sitara
