I was sitting on the deck earlier this weekend–minding my own business–when a forest fairy flew between the leaves of a nearby maple tree. (I suppose some folks might call her a Wood Nymph.)
It whispered, “Change is in the air! Change is in the air!”
“What do you mean?” I asked politely, sipping tea.
The forest fairy remained silent, flitting against the tree trunk.
I took the opportunity to sneak inside and grab the camera.
Snapped her picture, which ended up looking like a shadow against the tree.
“Got your picture!” I called to the fairy.
“Change is in the air!” the fairy replied, and then fluttered away.
Now what do we suppose that might mean? Any of the rest of you intuiting that “change is the air”? Any of the rest of you been talking with the fairies and mystical creatures of the forest? What do you suppose she means?