It was a recent warmish day in early March. A breeze tossed the branches on the trees that were still bare from winter. The grass was trying to green up but still held a brownish tinge.
As I drove across Country Club Road, I spied movement to my left.
They stood in the field. Three girl faeries, in stair-step height. They wore shin-length dresses, and their long hair flowed.
All were barefoot.
And they were dancing.
The smallest held a scarf and it blew about her in the wind. The other two held hands as they rejoiced in the warmth and the breeze.
I could scarcely believe what I was seeing, for the sight was so beautiful - so wonderful and carefree - that I thought I must have imagined it. And then I thought how fantastic that those three could step out and enjoy the day, let themselves go with such joy and delight.
They must have been faeries. I have not seen them since.
Early March faeries, dancing to celebrate a queer, fey day.
What? no photo? booooo. I really wanted to see you fairies.
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Di
I want to believe in faeries, too.
ReplyDeletei'm with di! things like that always happen when i leave the house without my camera!
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