Days of Summer: 4
Enchant. Enchanting. Enchantment.
Whenever I see or hear those words, the very first thing I think of is a beautiful golden garden, ethereal, dreamy and so incredibly mesmerising in all its glory it simply leaves you breathless. It is magical, captivating, something out of a fairy tale, a story book, wholly and completely unbeknownst to reality. Glowing fireflies would flutter about, little warm glimmering orbs of soft opalescent light illuminating your wildest dreams and fantasies. An ornate, majestic fountain carved by only the most gifted artists would sit grandly in the middle of the garden, made out of the smoothest marble, gently spouting water which seems to sparkle translucently in the sunlight. The air would be deliciously fragrant with the delicate scent of the loveliest blooms, like gold orchids with tinges of lustrous bronze. I would wear a gracefully long, flowy nude dress, synonymous to sheer elegance, made out of the lightest chiffon and silk with just a dabble of dainty embellishments. My skin would be flawless, almost a luminous pale gold with a feathery dusting of shimmer. Even my irises would be gold, enthralling, perfect. I would charm you.
A fantasy, a place and world so magical, it would take you to places. Places you have never been to before, and can only dream of going. That, is enchantment.
PS. Mm, also one of the reasons why I take such a liking to fairy lights!