The episode of the giant woman

One day a little girl went wandering holding onto a fine silver thread that no one else could see. Up she came a flight of stairs and saw a room glowing like silver. She hide awhile behind the door and watched the Giant Lady who looked young but had flowing silver hair weave the most beautiful white feather like fibre. After awhile the lady looked up and smiled as if she knew the little girl was always there and invited her so kindly in that the little one who till then had fear in her heart forgot it all and sat by her...

Very sketchish but I so loved penning what was in my mind. Click on the pic for a better view :)

IF : Trailing thoughts

Like the perfume of a crushed flower, tree branches dancing silently in the distance, like the rhythm of a fountain and the ripples and silences around it or the call of a solitary bird one late afternoon, leading the mind onto a trail of thoughts.