Waves leaping on top of one another in the race to shore.
The wind that drives them hurrying up the dunes, flicking
the hair across my forehead unaware of it's power and grace.
A fragile whisper shape flutters across the view.
Light, feathered, transparent.
Two sets of wings.
"It's all real y'know. Even the stuff you cant't see".
Once again, away with the fairies.