Those of you who read my books, know I have a connection to the fay and spirit folk in nature.
They call to me from little niches in the earth, asking me to look down and acknowledge their presence.
I met one in Ireland, if you read of my experiences in “The Returning Ones.”
In Nantucket, a sad, slightly grumpy little man caught my eye.
I held him for a while, told him he would have to stay. Who wouldn’t mind staying on Nantucket, I wish I could have as well.
So, I placed him back among the sand, nestled by a pine cone to protect from ocean winds and said hello each time I passed and good bye when I left.
I hope my company lifted his loneliness for just a little while. I belonged back home, so did he.