at dusk, when the light begins to fade, a magical thing happens. the unassuming bare themselves and shed their unnatural state.
at twilight, when shadows overtake, if you are patient you will see the ordinary transform into something quite extraordinary.
as one by one fireflies dance and become luminaria floating in the web of tree branches. the desert dry land becomes lush green grass. the crows play fiddles while the fae and the toadstool loungers dance and laugh and make a merry time, and gnomes in blue felt hats blow smoke rings into the night air.
the moon replaces the sun in the arc overhead and the stars come out, and the supernatural becomes natural.
Saturday Stories: A (weekly) feature on PrudyChick.com. All stories are written by Prudence Landis [unless otherwise noted as a guest post]. Photo credit: Prudence Landis
