My boyfriend and I were working for an environmental organization in Eugene, Oregon. One evening, we attended a work gathering in the woods outside of the city. The woods were owned by on old Dead-head with long flaming red hair who loved to spout nonsense and walked around with an intricately carved cane. The cane was carved by one of many boys in their early 20's who lived in the woods and made a living carving. They could do backflips from their standing feet, and when we went into the woods with them, they were flipping off of trees.
The owner of the woods took a liking to us and invited us to go on a short hike with him. He showed us numerous little cages set up around the walk and explained to us that the woods was infested with fairies and he was going to catch one. I remember catching my boyfriend's eye and smiling at that.
We stayed up all night, and the hour before dawn found us in the woods, sitting on a fallen tree alone together. A tiny creature about an inch or two long and light in color flew up to our faces and hovered in front of his nose. It wasn't a bug but it didn't look like Tinkerbell with hair and long limbs. A strange thing happened then. It was like a love spell. We went into a state of sweet amour and came out of it about 10 minutes later in a glade, lying on the ground with our shirts off.
We had never felt like that before together. In fact, I had never felt like that before ever, so graceful and light and good. I can see why he wanted to catch one! You can't bottle that stuff.