Creative Writing 1
April 16, 2012

Harvest Moon and Dancing Fairies It is not something you see, it’s not something you can hear, nor is it something one can touch, but there is an anticipation in the air you can feel. What is it you ask! It is the night of the
Harvest Moon. It was years ago while a student at Edison State College and by accident late one night;
Gianna first encountered the dancing fairies. For several years she didn’t speak of the incident, not for fear no one would believe her but it was such a beautifully awesome and magical moment she kept to herself. Occasionally, when she had time, reflecting on the beauty of the fairies with fondness, she remembers the moment she felt filled with renewed energy and how life seemed to
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[Pick the date] change. Gianna, a professor going for her PH.D, an author, and speaker has been burying herself in her work the last three years with the passing of her long time companion. Even Jo, her assistant, kept telling her she needs to find a balance and considered not telling her of the Edison State
Speakers Conference request scheduled in six months. The next day, Gianna tells Jo to mark the calendar for a speakers conference and that she should be receiving the information soon. Jo wondered if that was a little twinkle she saw her Gianna’s eyes. Dedicated in 2004, the garden is surrounded on three sides by campus buildings and

masterfully laid rose and pink bricks of various shades cover the open walk areas

of the garden along with a line of very healthy palm trees, whose fronds sway like flags on a flag

pole in breeze. Over the years many have spoke of the ponds beauty watching the yellow and

cream colored Koi and the feeling of calm, peaceful, and untroubled tranquility of the area.

During the day the garden is serene in its self, come night, the serenity of the garden seems to

intensify and takes on a quality of its own. With few classes in the evening and after dark when

classes let out, and though the garden is lit, and there’s the campus security lighting, students are

in a hurry to get to their cars. No one seems to take notice of the special quality of the garden.

With the activities of the evening over and walking to her room, she passes the Student

Services building when something catches her eye and takes a step back to look at the poster.

“Come to the Harvest Moon Dance…”, mouthing the words harvest moon, harvest moon, she

can’t believe here she is on campus all these years later and it just happens to be the night of the

harvest moon.

Sitting in the garden she looks around taking note on how well kept and beautiful it still is and

becomes aware of the quietness being broken by the seeming constant chirping of the crickets,

the rustling, swaying palm fronds and the occasional palmetto bug scurrying about.

Not knowing exactly what to expect and the events of those many years ago fresh in her mind

like having a déjà vu moment, she chooses to rest in the moment and think over the last three years. She picks up on the silent anticipation filling the air, the crispness feel that’s now building

to a crescendo, for the celebration of the harvest moon is about to start.

Looking up, catching the sight of several shooting stars falling to earth, she watches, one

there, another over there, twinkling stars like a butterfly with fairy dust moving about with the air

currents, are filling the garden. The movement is like an eruption reserved when the anticipation

is over and the moment is now. Like a chorus line of twinkling stars, the fairies come out

singing:

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night. Fairies of various heights, some with wings, some not, in a choreographed dance go about the

garden sprinkling love dust, glitter like confetti gently floating in the air. The harvest moon

brings about all the fall colors; the browns, the greens, yellows, and golden light weight

costumes flowing so effortlessly. Mesmerized by the activity that surrounds her, she failed to

notice she wasn’t alone until Trey steps out of the shadow and walks toward her.

They have never met but Gianna recognizes him from the conference and remembers being

impressed with his talk. What she doesn’t yet know is, he too was there those many years ago

and it is because of him she was asked to attend. Trey had wanted to meet her then but was a shy

college kid and hadn’t yet processed what he had witnessed. Dinner with a mutual friend, her

name had come up in conversation and he learned she was once again single.

He sits beside her and together they continue to watch. The fairies break off and from

nowhere the flutes of the water fairies under the water of the Koi pond, can be heard blowing

bubbles, some flowing like soap bubbles, other water fairies with a special lyre, sounding

beautiful when under water.

Just as they appeared, in a twinkle the fairies are gone leaving Gianna and Trey alone in the

garden.

The End