Photo credit: Adventures in the Wild
It’s amazing the more I think about it how she vanished like that.
One moment there she was standing before, wings all a flutter and without so much as goodbye she flew off. Didn’t even hang around for a photo.
Not only was she cute and beautiful but she was so incredibly wise. She had a perspective on life I could only marvel at.
So I do know that somewhere beyond the trees and deep into the mist is where she lives. I saw her disappear into the fog, slip behind the pine trees and she was gone.
We’d been getting on so well. She sat with me all evening discussing things faery and what have you, showed me a few tricks as well, I was astonished at what she can do with those wings….
She said she’d been around a long time, was a bit reluctant to tell me her age or where exactly it was she lived. But she hinted it was close.
I recall there was a pond mentioned as a place to cross before you reached her house.
At one point she even sat on my shoulder and whispered in my ear I was the most attractive human she’d ever met. Just as things were getting interesting she sat up straight, looked across the field and into the fog and said it was time for her to go.
Then it was all over.
I shook my head uncertain if I had witnessed what I thought I’d witnessed or not.
But one thing is clear to me, the gossamer of her wings I’ll never forget, the texture between my fingers will stay with me forever.
I wonder if I walked across and into the fog, I’d find her.