Nethersphere

While it's rumored that Halloween is the holiday when the veil between the actual and the fantastical grows thin, I'm beginning to believe that St. Patrick's day should hold this title.

This past St. Patrick's day I shared a waking dream with a new acquaintance of mine. Did we both actually see the woman asking him to dance fall asswards only to have her skirt fly over her head? And was there really a fellow with a gigantic purple snake around his neck buying me wine? Ominous.

But the best bit of magic was the company I kept. While seemingly gregarious to others, my acquaintance has a deep reserve of shyness that most magical creatures have. I'm fond of using alice for my analogies and won't refrain now. That evening he was the deer in the wood of forgetfulness and I, in the role of alice, was afforded a rare glimpse at his charming soul only because neither of us could remember who we were.

All I can say is three cheers for booze (a.k.a the wood of forgetfulness in liquid form).