there’s a storm
there’s a storm coming
dark gray clouds hovering low
steam rising from the pavement
after the storm passes
everything is greener, lush
the air smells of drenched flowers
from trepidation to euphoric elation
~kat
Today’s glimmer caught my eye as I was walking under the great oak tree near my driveway. Just a random pile of rocks in the dirt, except it did not look random. I admit looking over my shoulder briefly to see if the woodland faeries were watching me. “Someone” had organized these rocks quite artistically. I suppose if I were being pragmatic, I might believe that all the rain we’ve been having, simply shifted the wet dirt rearranging the rocks. But to the romantic me who believes in other worldly, magical happenings, this is proof positive that I was visited by the local faerie folk. That what I choose to believe. A little magical thinking feels right these days. Especially when I consider that international Faerie Day was just a few days ago! ✨🧚🏻♂️✨
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…magical glimmers.
~kat
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like mercury colliding... 