oh to be a prince who goes into the forest in disguise and meets a boy who lives in the woods and does not know that i am the prince.
he takes me in for tea and pastries and we have a good long talk while the rain pours on his little cottage. as the sun sets and the rain stops, he wishes me goodbye and tells me he hopes to see me again.
i tell him the same as i walk away, a smile on my lips as i think about returning to that little cottage to see his face.




















