The Fairy and the Elf

...the fanciful and magical and creative energy of the Universe is everywhere. When we leave our ordinary world behind, all sorts of magical adventures are possible.

Today I met an elf pretending to be a little boy. I knew he was an elf because when I knelt down to talk to him, light beamed from his eyes and I felt happy all over. He said he was four, but in elfin time that probably meant 400. Or maybe 29. It's hard to know with elves.

I wanted to bring him home with me and feed him elf food. I think elf food is graham crackers and weak tea with lots of honey floating with violet petals. I wanted to sit and look into his eyes for a long time. Looking into elfin eyes is magical. It makes time disappear. It makes you feel happy, light, and free. It makes you laugh. And laugh.

But he was more interested in the fairy with hair like pink cotton candy and eyes as green as grass. Before I knew it, he and the fairy were giggling together, like I didn't even exist. I tried to get their attention, but they were lost to me. Then some people came along and saw me talking to myself (well, I wasn't, I was talking to the fairy and the elf, but only I could see them) so I straightened up and pretended that I had been talking into my cell phone all along. The people looked relieved and went on their way.

I stayed and watched the fairy and the elf until I had to go back to work. When I was finished, I stopped by to see if they were still there. There were gone, but I found a tiny strand of curly pink cotton candy hair where they had been. The strand of hair is really cool. It glows in the dark and smells like peppermint.