Come in, my dear, and warm yourself

This book smells of a village hut, sun-warmed apple orchards, and hay stacked in ricks. It is light humor, warmth, and hope, which our soul lacks in the relentless whirlwind of life.
When chilling winds blow outside, let this book be a warm stove against which you can lean your shoulders.
The short story "The Forest Spirit" is an ode to the sprout of a complicated love with an open ending. For life is broader than the confines of a page.