palaces at dusk

a small winter holiday escape to the palaces of potsdam.

The flog rolled in and my breaths were puffs of icy crystals.

Not many people visit this place during the midwinter chill. Many times we were alone in this vast park, miles and miles of gardens and forest stretching before us. With no map for guidance we stumbled upon these enormous beauties like sleeping giants. they loomed above us in the haunted hush.

I was spell bound.

then the sun sank behind the hills leaving us utterly alone in the blue blackness. we were far from the entrance, a little lost and a little scared. Would we have to spend the night here among the sleeping giants?

I've always liked fairy tales.

xoxoxkimberlee