by The Shieldmaiden
Luminous, misty dawn.
All down the hillside, the spiderwebs shine with dew.
Like the stars, they have been there all along; moisture is the night that makes them visible.
On such October mornings as this, we look around us, as if in some new and magical land.
The place itself has been transformed; a new Spirit is there.
The mystical draws close behind the luminous veil.
We see the things about us and sense larger meanings, just beyond our grasp.