The setting sun’s light seeps between the leaves and limbs of the trees, bathing our lawn and vegetable garden in hues of gleaming gold. Tucked safely away, hidden within green leaves, the birds in the trees sing a soft lullaby to welcome the evening. Below our home, the stream gently murmurs to herself as she flows over her long bed of stones.
Standing quietly on the deck, I hear the Faerie Folk softly wishing each other a pleasant night or issuing an invitation to an early evening dinner at their homes. Perhaps some evening when the veils are thin, my wife and I will receive such an invitation to come dine by flickering candlelight at the table of a Faerie family. It is quite possible, if we can open wide enough our heart, mind and spirit to such a magical evening.