She set out alone that frozen night, guided by the light of a single lantern. The winding paths led her into the distant hills.
She was wrapped in fur and adorned with flowers. On her arm was a basket of winter fruits and summer wine. She laid out her picnic on the hard ground, where the stars were reflected in the glimmering frost. She nestled deep in her fur and lay down to sleep.
She awoke with the morning sun and went on her way with the sun on her face, and the snow behind her.
Photos by a dear friend of mine, E.R.A.