|I was walking by the creek early one morning; the sun was barely over the horizon and mist and fog still lay in the hollows and along the creek. As I followed the narrow footpath along the edge of the creek, the sun rose a bit higher and illuminated one patch of mist with an incredibly beautiful dusty rose glow. Enchanted by the beauty of the mist, I tiptoed my way across the rocks in the creek and was suddenly amazed to see a small fairy child sitting in the middle of the mist! She was dressed in a little gossamer gown and was wearing many necklaces of pink pearls and other pale pink jewels; she clutched a tiny rabbit and her headpiece sparkled like dew drops. A sudden shiver of wind and a flurry of pale spring leaves fluttered through the mist. Then, as I blinked my eyes, to be sure I saw what I thought I saw...it was all gone.