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‘My husband and I took a trip into the mountains to camp for a few days. We hiked to the camping sites around a large pond and stayed for a few days. It was during a tropical storm, so it rained quite a bit. The entire time I felt like something magical was alive and well there. Even while collecting drinking water in the pouring rain, I felt a sort of serenity being surrounded by these woods. The second day we were there, we made the decision to hike down the mountain and back to the parking lot and head to the nearest store. It was still raining when we left. After an hour or two of getting supplies, we drove back. The road leading to the parking lot was a narrow dirt road, the right side surrounded by a wall of steep mountain woods, to the left a cliff dropping off into a gushing river. While heading up the road, another car was heading the opposite direction. Being courteous, my husband pulled his jeep to the side to let the small car pass safely. Unfortunately, due to the weather, the side of the road gave out under my husband’s jeep, and we got stuck. We were lucky enough that the rain cleared up and the sun was peeking through the trees as we tried for over an hour to get it out. We were at our wit’s end and about to give up and begin walking back to town when my husband sighed and said he’d give it one last try. I was scared, because if he hit the gas too hard there was nothing to keep his jeep from jumping the cliff into the river. I stood a little way away in the road watching my husband punch the gas as hard as he could. I was so scared hearing how loud the friction of his wheels hit against the dirt. It was then that a small moth, with wings so blue it almost glowed, seemed to hover in front of my face, as if it were looking at me. The noise of his tires seemed to dim, and a wave of relief came over me, and I felt calm. In my head, I heard something say: ‘it will be okay’. And it flew away. That’s when he finally broke free of the crumbled dirt road and hit the brakes just in time to keep from going over the cliff. I don’t know if this is a form that fairies can take, but something inside of myself that hadn’t thought of the fairies in a long time immediately said it was a fairy. I gave an offering of thanks in the woods when we got back to our camp, and I truly feel without the help of whatever that was, the situation could’ve gone very wrong.’ ‘A moth, baby blue wings, more vibrant than I’ve seen before.’ Fairies are ‘spirits of another realm’.