Lakeside Creek - Enchanted Brook

It was an enchanted, sacred little glade I had wandered into. The melting snows from the mountains nearby had carved a winding passage through the woods and led the rivulet through a rugged creek flowing into the mountain lake.

As I stood gawking at the beauty of the environs, I could almost feel the twinkling magic in the soft breeze.

The green woods, the gurgling brook, the ripples in the lake, the sighing breeze... were all saying something to me... hearkening me back to a bygone era.. an era when magic and nature and mystery were one and the same.. when mythical creatures, forgotten legends and ancient magical powers were as real as the gentle kiss from a lover...

It was a gathering place I had stumbled onto. Where the myths became reality, and fantasy was no longer relegated to my dreams.

As I closed my eyes and strove to delve into the past, I could almost feel....

The hushed whispers and mischievous giggles of the teasing fairies as they spread their tiny wings and flew and perched on the mossy boughs and the damp rocks, as they slyly peeked at me with curiosity and shyness. 

The flickering fireflies, fluttering colourful butterflies and flitting dragonflies. The chirps of the forest birds as they displayed their beautiful plumage and twittered and warbled their welcome songs. The bunny rabbits sniffing and peeking out of their burrows, and then gamboling & hopping gleefully across the glade.  The croaks of the frogs and toads that basked on the lily-pads and splashed in the creek. 

The sensual sighs and croons of the enticing water nymphs. The solemn silence of the elemental golems. The cackling taunts of the gnomes and the pranks of the pesky leprechauns. The irksome bickering and chitter-chatter of the goblins. The hoots of the watchful owls, as rats & mice squeaked and scattered in the forest undergrowth. The coughing barks of the grazing deer.  The screeches of the shadowy bats aroused from their roosts. The occasional howl of the prowling wolves, and the glowing eyes of a werewolf on a moonlit hunt.  

The thrum of the steadfast spells weaved by the wood elves. The pungent smells of the witches' brews and alchemists' potions. The growls and screeches of the forest animals summoned by the shamans and druids. The rhythmic chants and pagan rituals of the Celtic monks. The drunken singing of the dwarves as they sang in chorus of the epic lores of the ages past. The winking flights of the will o' the wisps.

Everything was in harmony, and in this enchanted place, every denizen was at peace.

I woke up from my daydream, and I realised. The magic was real.

The magic was real. It was in the air, the trees, the water, the soil, the sky, the insects and other denizens of the wild. I was away from all my fears, burdens, worries and troubles. All was right in the world.

In the lap of mother nature, I was finally at peace.

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Photograph Copyright: myself.
Location: Lake District, Cumbria, United Kingdom.
Camera: Rear cam of Samsung Galaxy Note 4 mobile.