The Purple Sprite, 9/1/89

I'm walking up a hill on a path lined with railings of natural wood branches, like those at Utah's Bryce Canyon. Then I'm down in a vale with other people dressed in casual clothes for riding horses. The horses are tied up to another of the wooden railings.

I find myself watching this while levitating off about a foot off the ground. How can I do this? I realize that I'm a purple sprite with feet that look like they waft off into nothingness. The people know that without feet I'd have to be a floating creature and this doesn't seem to surprise them in the least. I reach around and take off a purple scarf to place on the horse's back, as if to ease the ride. The scarf has no outline; just appears as a purple mist.

Do I really have no feet? I seem to "feel" them into existence. Then I ground myself and begin to run, slapping my feet hard against the earth. The people up on the next level, standing at some rail-lined steps, are surprised to see me doing this and begin to wonder if I'm really human...