In London, right by all of the nature and science museums, there are lovely green gardens dedicated all to Peter Pan. There's a statue of the creatures of Neverland, but even the trees by themselves seem to be proof that fairies are real, in their twisting an cracking magnificence. He goes the every day.
Sometimes, if you look at the sky in London a just the right time in just the right dawn, you'll see the reason he comes. Or sometimes, at night, the moon's obscured by something you'd think was a cloud, but if you look closely, the shape is too detailed for the great water-masses. Or maybe, sometimes, you can listen well, and hear the fluttering of something that can't possibly be leaves or birds. Or maybe it really is just leaves - just a cloud, just a dawn - and the world of imagination just happens to be this tiny bit sweeter than the real one.
