It has been a blustery week of ice and snow in Delaware. Never before had I seen my world bespelled into the frozen wilds of Narnia. One night, through a dreamy haze and howling winds, I was convinced I could hear the White Witch sliding through the drifts in her magnificent sleigh.
It feels as if we'll be trapped in a perpetual winter, but the newest Fantasy of Artists' exhibition To Melt Winter's Heart gives me hope of warmer times. I find myself studying the map of Terra Romantica by the Interimaginational Institute for Fantastical Exploration & Cartography, and daydreaming of lounging upon Turtledove Beach while I sip Sangria and gaze out at the Sea of Sweetness.