circling the Ring of Brodgar in Orkney at dawn; the poplars shimmering in a summer afternoon breeze; a friendly handshake.

the cool quiet of a museum; a magical charm bracelet; sitting on a craggy outcropping of rock and talking to a mermaid.

sacred geometry; beyond belief; being tickled with an ostrich feather.

the sweet smell of summer rain; seeing a confusing issue in a new, clear light; an old Victorian mansion by the edge of the sea;

riding home during the dark of the moon; freshly-picked peas; the small boat moored.

the storm clouds rising; looking through the prism; the crown settling on your head.

the monoliths moving at dusk; a beach of colorful umbrellas; starlight in the pail by the wall.

letting the arrow fly; holding hands on the carousel; fresh figs from the oasis.

walking on a moonbeam; Mars in retrograde so you can reflect on things; finding the long-lost key.

embraced by a golden eagle in the setting sun; waiting in the very center of the field; wandering into a cave with walls of lapis lazuli.

the smell of pine sap on your sticky hands; a heavy door that swings slowly open; cracking the case.

blowing away the mists of confusion; making your peace; his warm breath on the back of your neck.

climbing into a high four-poster bed; the roses drenched in morning dew; walking across the canyon on a tightrope.

dawn thundering over the bay; what you saw at Glastonbury; a favorite wind-up toy coming to life.

tiny yellow flowers in a stiff breeze; figuring out what an old curiosity was used for; twelve fairy godmothers at the party.

five ospreys; removing all non-essentials; climbing the beanstalk. .

a trunkful of all kinds of buttons; knowing just what to say; a golden apple rolled mysteriously in front of you.

hundreds of pelicans soaring overhead; movement within the crystal ball; beignets and chicory coffee.

the train coming around the mountain; looking at the world from the top of Pike’s Peak; goblins having a party.

colorful lights twinkling on the gondola; your light body spiraling into space and then reentering; the fog lifting.

the quiet of four a.m. and then the first blackbird calling; taking pleasure in reading; being a fly on the wall.

letting the garden grow just as it wants to; waiting in the Temple of Athena Nike at sunset; weeping through Mimi’s aria in La Bohéme.