Even when resting in the comfort of the air-conditioned house, one can still feel the pull to wander out into the balmy summer night. A fan of captivating music, I sway in the warmth to the croaking baseline of frogs and the falsetto pitch of crickets and can hear something somewhat out-of-place, yet so familiar. Steel drums. Tiny, tinny charms of drums echoing throughout the night. As I let the music move me, I spot, out of the corner of my eye, glistening wings and flittering little … bugs? birds? They know I am wondering and giggle at my confusion as they whisper their island songs. It could only be one thing on a magical night such as this. Fairies. Jamaican Fairies™ to be exact. I giggle along with them as they let me spy on their concert.
Distracted by the neighbor’s cat, the backyard goes silent. I rush in and grab my sketchbook to jot down all I have seen because no one will believe me otherwise. Capturing their colorful outfits and multi-cultural beauty, they are everything I remember from my younger days as an island child. Do you believe in fairies?