Wind fairies

It may have been the last day of summer.

It was just Ewan and me here that morning. The sun shone warmly.

I sat outside by myself, allowing the sun to warm my legs. Ewan slept. The washing dried itself on the line in a satisfying manner.

When I looked up into the sky, there was a mass of fairies flying around. (You know, those dainty, flossy, spherical seed carriers). I counted fifty, then stopped as more kept coming. Sometimes they were hard to see against the blue sky (being so dainty), but then the light would catch them and their bright whiteness shone out. They flew surprisingly fast, catching an updraft which seemed to be located directly above our back lawn, or streaming southwards over the house.

Ten minutes later or so, they had mostly disappeared.

A puff of energy in the hottest part of the day - and a very efficient distribution system.