Cross country skiing through the countryside during a full moon in Maine is special. Moisture particles drift through the air shimmering like faerie dust when they catch the light. It's so quiet that you begin to wonder if you are still among the living.
And then a single twig snapping somewhere in the dark reminds you that things of an other-wordly nature are always lurking about out there at that late hour - prompting a fleeting moment in time when nature's most magical aligns with its most terrifying.
Full Moon Fairy Dust • 8"x8" watercolor framed to 12"x12" • $200