Along the trail at Graveyard Fields again. When I was younger, and less cynical, I used to play with a friend who lived on 7 acres of live oak forest, and I have always remembered one glade in the woods which seemd to be perpetually sunkissed. I remember always thinking that, in those visible, almost tangible columns of sunlight, if anywhere on earth, would be the place to find magic. I guess this is one fantasy that still hasnt been eroded away by bitterness, because everytime I run across such an enchanted little spot, I always have to check and see if Ive missed something...

I dont know what Im looking for, a unicorn, or faeries or what, but I know that its there, right befor I turn around...
and maybe, if I never give up hope and fantasy entirely, Ill catch it.