We are what we see.  We reflect all we have lived, what we desire and all we shall learn on the way.

Love is different as seen different from other eyes, and as I see it, once in a while I will find a story that will allow spells to rush in.  Green roads, still water, ancient light from giant trees and a love so rare all will stop to watch and see.  

As we grow up we forget all about playing make believe, and leave little room for unexpected magic and adventures.  Creativity feeds from this, from believing, from seeing beyond, from not growing up...

I believe in beauty and sunset stories, in magic wands and trees wondering afloat rivers.  I believe it is all there all the time.  We are what we see.

Arabella reminds me of one of my favorite movies, on which an elve from Middle Earth believes this is a dream, and a good dream it is...  

"... and there sat a lady fair to look upon... The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring." -