IF YOU BELIEVE ....

In these woods that fall into the ocean, on these mountains where I live, there are angels that live among the fairies. They flutter with translucent wings of magenta and cobalt and crystalline pearl. They shimmer through the shade of tall majestic trees and play in the water that falls over the cliff. The angels that live in these mountains flirt with their fairies in a sovereign ceremony that only those who believe in magic can see.

The moss is thick and the fern is plentiful here where the mist hovers and the Loons sigh. And, in the vapor of a drizzling rain, on a sweet-tasting dawn, the angels and the fairies glimmer in their contentment as they peel away the night.