When I finally opened my eyes, I saw it: a luminous white, shimmering apparition on golden wings fluttering around the open window of my little cottage.
Alba is a white owl from the woods of Hollow Woods, but some people in our village prefer to call her “Ghost Owl”. They believe she carries the soul of the dead in her yellow eyes, and insist on believing that she’s a dweller of both worlds...
Alba was happy to see me... as happy as I was; I’m sure. She fluttered about me; her head swiveling around and when those eyes met mine; they said to me: “I’m so glad to see you!”
Next thing I knew I was looking down at a lovely mossy spot deep down the forest’s path, where Alba had taken me… so this is where the fairies live!—the magic ring of Hollow Woods; I thought!
All around me fairies were sliding up and down from the tree tops to the mossy ground, on silver moonbeams… It was the most fantastic thing I had ever seen!
The fairies then brought out a lovely mirror; not an ordinary one, mind you, but a magic one, in which one had only to look to be able to see far away… very far away, indeed! And then, the strangest thing ever happened… I saw YOU! Yes yes I’m sure it was you… in your garden under the gypsy moon!
Now, I will say to you: Go to your garden tonight and wait by the light of the moon for swirling whirling and fluttering wings, for this is the night a fairy shall appear to you.
Art: Angela Barnett