Deep within an ancient garden’s tangled foliage, a fairy pauses to contemplate fairy events both future and past. She thinks of what was, what wasn’t, and what might have been. She even thinks a little of what might come to be.
And while it’s possible this reverie could last hours, even days, eventually the present will intrude.
Then, with little fuss or bother, she’ll resume flitting from flower to flower. After all, a fairy’s life purpose is to savor the delights of every flower she encounters.