Maybe not literally. I can't prove it. But I do know that sometimes, when I get a little too grown-up and focus on all the things I have to do, all the bills I have to pay, all the uncertainty in my future that I am struggling to stand up under, so much of the colour drains out of my day. Things get heavier and harder, and tomorrow begins to look a lot like today, which in turn looks so much like yesterday.
If it takes a little metaphorical sprinkling of faerie dust to brighten up the shadowed corners, then I'm all for their existence. (I don't know why I'm spelling faerie like that, other than that I'm a git, which is as good a reason as any). In that kind of a world I can be a book writing philanthropist cancer curing rock star artist. With a cute cottage by the sea. In that kind of a world, anything is possible.
