They are here, right now. They are among us, and all about us, the fairies. They hear our thoughts and the beatings of our hearts. And in our deepest sleep they dance inside our dreams and dust our days with a glimpse of hope.
Sometimes we can even catch sight of them, from the corner of our eyes. We can spot them dancing off the reflection of a mirror or of something shiny like a store front window, or upon gazing into the quiet waters. And we sometimes we mistake them for a dragonfly as they follow their destinies.
We can actually hear them. Sometimes, when we are outside and the wind is rustling the leaves, we think we hear our name being called. It is they, but these callings are not meant for us. They are summoning their fellow beings when we hear the wind whisper, or in the gurgles of the waters of the rivers and streams, or in the splash of an ocean wave.
Sometimes, on very special occasions, they can show themselves to us mortals, in a dream or in a half-sleep, in a moment of excitement.
That rarely happens . . .
Thus begins the second volume of Nena the Fairy. Coming soon.
