It's the longest day of the year. Here in Alaska it's the day the alder fay come out to play. Now that Mr. Sun is officially a full time part of the landscape, magical portals start to open up in the thickets. And I sense them. These little happy dancing wings swirling around the landscape. You see it. You see them in the sparkle of the river water, the long distance glisten of a passing cloud, and the small water splashlettes of a timber puddle. You find them everywhere. They're invisible... to some people. But they are evident. This mystical enchanted way of life overtakes the land and it's hard not to be overcome with a fairytale trance.
