In the darkness of the night the trees rustled as the warm wind blew wildly.
“Do you hear them?” I asked.
“Hear what?”
“The fey?”
My boyfriend just rolled his eyes at me. He had no time for magic and mystery, proud his feet were firmly planted in the cement of reality. He couldn’t hear the whisper on the wind. But I could – just beyond my comprehension. I could sense it, but not quite make out the words.
Marc locked the recycle bin safely in the garage. “You coming?”
“I think I’ll stay out a bit,” he rolled his eyes and went inside, tolerant of but not understanding my more whimsical side.
My gaze was drawn upward, captured by the brilliance of the harvest moon. The clouds formed pictures as they passed in front of it. I watched for a while, my imagination seeing images that weren’t really there. A dragon. A cityscape. A mother with her child.
But then I realized it wasn’t my imagination, and I wasn’t seeing random images. The coulds were forming letters as they drifted over the moon. I squinted and furrowed my brow, struggling to see more clearly, but the letters dissipated leaving wisps of a cloud that faded from sight once they passed the beam of the moon’s light.
I closed my eyes and listened to the wind. My hair whipped around my face, but I did nothing to contain it, enjoying the wildness of the night. I felt my heartbeat slow; my breathing became deeper; I smiled, feeling utterly and completely relaxed.
I opened my eyes and let them return to the moon, relaxed and soft I saw the letters form. And in the darkness of the warm summer night, I read the message that would change my life.
And with a smile, I turned and entered the house.
