Golden stars explode in the sky, showering the world with little fairies. Each blast was accompanied by twinkle of laughter. The world was alight with light even though the sky was dark. 1

As the children race underneath the blaze of fairies and blanket of night dragons roared in the form of fire crackers. Swooping left and right their fiery tails crash into baby fairies. They pull away with smiles on their unperfected faces. This is why the world was born, to hold laughter and love.2

Moons on moons wink, their men dance and rabbits hop. Never has the world seen such fun as everyone (adults and children alike) run to play. Ancient legends, long lost in tales, creep from their hiding spots with glee. Red shoots across the world, then green and blue. Oh what a merry day it is.3

(Maybe we forget as work finds us, or maybe we just think that these days of gold and dragons are long lost in the past when they are just hiding in the present. The stars will laugh, the fairies will fly, the moons will wink, and you’ll be fine.)