people singing ... people following a star ... charting home...

i know, for starters, i cannot sum up the beauty that is/was wintersong. you should probably google it.

but i can tell you how it felt. like tears tightening your throat and skin with goosebumps. like the simultaneity of floating on melodies and being anchored to tradition. it felt like long-awaited embraces and real life fireplaces. i didn't mean to rhyme just there ... but hey.

and i can show you. here's just a peek.

xo, anda