Stories and Folklore on Nostr: There is magic in the air this morning; the dew on the grass and the lateness of the ...

There is magic in the air this morning; the dew on the grass and the lateness of the morning.

The sun feels like she is becoming tired and each morning she takes her time to open her sleep eyes.

We are about to walk into Hāligmonath — The Holy Month. Magic is coming.