I see them, she whispered. I see them! She glanced around looking for someone to share her discovery with but no one was there. It was early morning, all was quiet in those moments before the world wakes and becomes loud with bird song and clattering breakfast dishes. Sitting as still as possible she slowed her breathing so to not frighten them away, as if just breathing would make them vanish. The little creatures didn't seem to mind their audience though as they danced around the stems of white snapdragons and daisies, catching morning glow in their gossamer wings making them look like miniature rainbows. Just wisps of light really, like sunrise, they shimmered and appeared almost invisible. But, she saw them, little angels playing in the garden and occasionally tossing a smile her way. She gazed at the flutter of activity before her wishing she could join in the dance, wanting to play beneath the petals. Then all too quickly, it was over. The sun had risen just a little higher in the sky and it no longer splintered through the flowers but cast it's light above them, shadows below. The veil between the worlds had closed.
Every morning she would return to the gardens looking for the wee ones, sitting still, blurring her vision and staring until she could see dust particles floating through the air, but she never saw them again.
They say you have to step into a faerie ring to be enchanted but she'll never believe it. For once you have seen,
really seen, you are always a changeling looking for that other home.
