It was that morning in April, where everything feels different. The air felt warmer and smelled different. When I walked into the wood with Black, he felt it too. He heard it. He tilted his head more often, as if he was surprised. I also listen better. The sounds and other signs that nature is being born again. Soft, mysterious rustles came from the wood. Strange and tiny creatures watched us from between bushes and from behind the trees. Lights danced between the branches. The dewdrops on the petals glittered in the sunlight that also played with the fresh new green. There was no doubt, the enchantment was back : it was Spring again. #enchantedspring #combyneunofficial #Grindelwald_W...
It was that morning in April, where everything feels different. The air felt warmer and smelled different.
When I walked into the wood with Black, he felt it too. He heard it. He tilted his head more often, as if he was surprised. I also listen better. The sounds and other signs that nature is being born again.
Soft, mysterious rustles came from the wood. Strange and tiny creatures watched us from between bushes and from behind the trees. Lights danced between the branches.
The dewdrops on the petals glittered in the sunlight that also played with the fresh new green.
There was no doubt, the enchantment was back : it was Spring again.
#enchantedspring #combyneunofficial #Grindelwald_W...