My gaze starts at street level: a pair of sturdy men’s shoes.
Thick socks, suitable for winter hikes.
Layered over the shorts, this time, I would have been disappointed not to see . . . billowing neon orange tulle.
It was gathered at the crossing guard’s waist, fanning out into a resplendent tutu. On this first autumn Sunday it was coupled with magnificent autumn-hued fairy wings swirled with gold glitter.
Liquid gold cascaded in a ring-shaped fountain. Fairy children with shimmering, swirled braids darted among bright flower beds. The sun turned lingering raindrops into tiny strings of light and made petals glisten as if dipped in liquid crystal. A foot-high church awaited a fairy wedding ceremony. Fairy homes, adorned with seashells and acorns, some dusted with silver spiders’ thread, welcomed the elements. A monarch butterfly–so rare this year that it was the first I’d seen–brushed my shoulder and tilted its head toward a flower to which it veered off to pose for me. How about like this? It flipped itself over and threw its head back, theatrically tossing its wings and waiting for me to zoom in. And this? It hopped to a leaf and waved at me, upside-down, so I could capture its stained-glass wings against a backdrop of violet fall grass.
Magical realism indeed.