I once came across a field in the middle of a desert. You might ask yourself how this would be possible. How could a field grow in the middle of a desert? That is a good question, but sadly I have no answer. The field was lathered in green and white, the white parts being mostly tulips and roses. Strange, I know, but there it stood. I saw it with my own eyes. I took a step forward, unearthing my feet from their sandy grave and slowly nestled the back of my heels, followed by the fronts of my feet, onto the suppleness of the heavenly pasture that stood before me. I small chill birthed its way from the bottom of my spine to the tips of my fingers. My present circumstances were extraordinary, to say the least. I supposed I had crossed some magical barrier separating magic from reality, or perhaps I was simply hallucinating.

It was quite hot outside and I hadn’t much water. Regardless, I was going to cherish this small, fairy-tale like moment. I sat down in the middle of the field and waited. I wasn’t waiting for anything in particular. I was just savoring and indulging in the ambiance. That was enough for me. Just when I had almost had my fill of serenity, it happened. Out from the desert galloped a beast. It was not a frightful beast to say the least. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a white, stallion like horse with a golden, glazed horn protruding from its head. My first thought was that of a unicorn, but I knew unicorns were not real. They were mythological creatures that only arose from books and dreams, or at least that is what I believed. It came up right next to me and nuzzled its head against my hand. The scene was picturesque and I was overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn’t quite comprehend what was really going on. I had never been around something so magnificent. It let me stroke the back of its mane one more time, as if to signify its authenticity of existence, and then quietly trotted out of the field and into the desert sun. I am still not sure if any of this ever really happened, for the next day I awoke in a hospital bed, diagnosed with sever heatstroke, but I like to think that maybe it did. It’s nice to believe in something, regardless of whether or not it is real, especially if that something is as beautiful as a unicorn. I guess the moral of the story is to simply cherish the small moments of bliss and happiness, regardless how meaningless they may seem, for as time goes by those small moments become fewer and further between. You never know what the day will bring. You might just get lucky and see a unicorn.