What might it be? to step into this magical scene? to follow the call of the wild? to let go? to imagine? to dream?

I'm somehow reminded of one of my favorite childhood stories.
A lion. A witch. And a magical wardrobe.
I've arrived in the land of mystical Narnia.

What awaits on the other side of here?
Where will this journey lead?
Might I have the courage to heed that call? to follow?
Can I invite in the light?
Will I sit and observe... watch and wait.. trust in the not-knowing anything at all?

Frosty nights....followed by warm days.
Early mornings blanketed in thick fog. The color of the landscape is ever-changing.
It reminds me of this one life-constant. This breathing-in this in-between.

This isn't Narnia.
There is no lion...no witch...and I haven't stepped thru any wardrobe doors.
I do like to imagine.