That misty winter morning, the little witch woke up in a silent, frozen forest. She really loves cold and quiet winter mornings like these. With her eyes still half-open from a good night’s sleep, her heart suddenly skipped a beat from excitement when she realized the next night there would be a full moon, which meant she’ll participate in the monthly witch coven (which always happens in a different location and in the ever-changing company of two other witches).
After finishing her daily inspection round of the ice-covered woods, the girl said goodbye to the forest dwellers, and flew into the unknown. She knew she would – as always - reach her destination by simply following her inner compass.
This time she was flying into South-Eastern direction for quite a long time, until she saw the Swiss Alps in the distance. Last summer she already visited a pleasant meadow near a crystal-clear lake at the foot of these mountains, but this time her inner compass told her to keep on flying higher and higher. The mountain peaks were hidden by thick clouds and she flew straight towards these. She took a deep breath and dived into these thick clouds. Flying conditions became very difficult as she had to navigate through a blizzard with zero visibility. Her body became covered with snow while her hair had turned into an icy mess. Flying was really unpleasant while she continued to climb higher and the temperatures dropped even further. Luckily, after a while it stopped snowing and soon she rose above the clouds where the view was simply epic. After her eyes got used to the blinding sunlight, she enjoyed a spellbinding view on the sun-lit mountain tops towering above the immaculately white clouds. Suddenly she sensed she had reached her destination and gently touched down on a mountain pass, high above the tree line. Her white dress was soaking wet, which was very uncomfortable, especially after it got stiff from the frost. In the middle of these majestic mountains, she felt really tiny and reduced to her essence. She started to shiver from the cold, feeling all alone and miles away from everywhere. Like this, it wouldn’t take long before she would freeze to death, but the girl wasn’t worried. She knew her inner compass always brings her to the right place at the right time. The young witch looked in the distance and to her surprise she saw a big white bird in the distance flying straight towards her. After a few seconds she realized this was clearly not a bird, although she couldn’t tell exactly what kind of creature it was. In any case, it was completely different from all the flying animals she had ever seen before. Eventually it turned out to be a flying horse, carrying two witches. Despite its huge size, the animal touched down gracefully and the two witches quicky ran towards their shivering visitor, asked if she was OK and quickly helped her out of her frozen dress. The two witches had brought warm clothes and boots with them. After an extended group hug and a cup of hot herbal tea, the little witch felt comfortably warm again. The two Swiss witches invited their visitor to join them on a flight on the back of their flying horse. Soon they were airborne and really enjoying the majestic landscape, while the nimble horse started to perform some aerial acrobatics. The witches got so carried away that all three of them were soon cheering and yelling from joy, while the horse flew over the glaciers and mountain ridges with graceful wing movements… this vast snowscape disoriented the little witch to the extent she lost all sense of space and time, experience the past, present and future at the same moment… the start of a truly unforgettable witch coven high up in the Swiss Alps …
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Photo Credits : Irina Alexandrovna (Ironika)
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