I dare you . . .
If someone told me there were fairies just outside my bedroom window, I would believe them. It helps, I suppose, that I believe in them in the first place. I don’t really have space in my head for the creepy things–you know, ogres and trolls and all that. But I am ok with pretty stuff. . . sprites, mermaids, fairies. . . I’m thinking real hard about unicorns too. I actually hope the whimsical creatures are here with us–just hiding and laughing at how easy it is to hide from us. The idea of something magical flitting around, just barely outside my window gives me goose bumps. . . the good kind. Because if they are there–really there, then we just don’t know so much, do we?
And today. . . I really like that.