This part from the book "Alice, Through the Looking Glass, and what Alice found there" really caught my attention and made me a bit happy.
- 'Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again." And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves in all greenm and dance about - whenever the wind blows - oh, that's verry pretty!' cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. 'And I do so wish it was true! 'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.' -
Wouldn't it be wonderfull if it, indeed, where true? And wouldn't it be wonderfull to be able to think about things like the way Alice does in the book? How she sees something special in everything, or else imagens it to be so?
Lets be like Alice. "Let's pretend".