I wish I were a faerie. Powerful, mischevious, full of endless light, complete with shimmering wings and a bright glittering aura. Faeries have been viewed in so many different lights, the possibilities are quite endless- from J.M. Barrie's speechless flickering light, to Amy Brown's elegant fae, even the powerful lost elven relations. Faeries have inspired histories, music, stories, and I'm sure, countless hours of make-believe.

To truly be a faerie, to be able to create, to be the force behind colors and rain, lightning, snow, and wind. To be beautiful and graceful, faeries never seem to trip or stumble. Not a pint-sized faerie, I'd wish to be quite the same size as regular people, however, it may be nice to live in a city carved of tree limbs and vines, every surface etched in inteiracte design, everything giving off a faint glow at night, as if brushed with thousands of tiny stars.

And what to do with a life made of pure energy? The obvious battle between good and evil, I'm sure I'd find a balance of doing good and causing trouble. I think I'd enjoy the ability to break from the realities I face today. Maybe I'd have a tea-party on the bottom of the ocean, or create a sunny escape of an island paradise when I push back my shower curtain. Literally - the possibilities would be endless.