They come on silent feet …

“From gray woods they come, on silent feet Into a cone of light. A lifting note, O fair! O fleet! There the night through We take our pleasure, Dancing to such a measure As earth never knew.” – Seumus O’Sullivan

I find the light in this photo captivating and when I look at it I think of the mystical, magical, mysteries of faerie rings, and elves of the forest dancing in glee and delight in the first snow of the season.

This was taken on the Raisin River

in south-eastern Ontario, not far from home. Ailsa at Where’s my Backpack has chosen Mystical as the travel theme this week, inspired as she was by Vlad’s post at Wind Against Current.


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