Wednesday, February 24, 2010
When I was a little girl I used to see magic in all the small things at my feet. Small bugs, little plants, even rocks all formed some magical fairy world that only I saw. All the big people (parents/adults) were too busy rushing here and there. I would be told to wait in the car, and I can remember looking out the side window over the sill of my dad's old truck, and as time passed, I would see all kinds of fascinating activity on the ground below. There would be villages and meadows and battles all taking place while people rushed around above. There would be fairy castles and tiny kitchens and elven farms, only requiring my mind's eye to see. This moss that I saw on a recent hike before the heavy snow storms made me think of that magic land that I have abandoned so long ago.