My dog dances beneath the delicate falling snowflakes, while small Faerie Folk form a circle and begin clapping their hands in time with her leaps and twirls. A Faerie man begins playing a tin whistle, while a woman sounds the heartbeat of the dance with her Irish bodhran.
Quickly forming a circle, the Faerie begin dancing as couples, weaving in and out around the circle. “Come join us,” they shout to me, but I am concerned that my neighbors might observe me dancing alone in the snow, for they perhaps do not see the Faeries as I do. Instead, I bid the dancers farewell, and, with a sad smile and a wave, my loyal dog and I retreat inside.