Thousands of sparkling crystal lights lead us on our way. No moon or brilliant stars on this February night as we traverse the lake on foot, with two boys tumbling through the snow.
The night is mystical and full of the light of flickering flames, ice, and fog. Large shards of ice cluster in magical displays, lit from within with the blaze of a multitude of candles. Light refracts into shimmering diamonds through radiant luminaries, casting a pathway on the snow covered lake.
An isle of spectral light appears before us like an enchanted forest, hidden perhaps with fairies or gnomes of the snow.
Further on, we encounter a ring of fire. Dancers throw flaming orbs into the night like comets flying with tails aglow.
Skis, skates, sleds, and boots surround the bonfires and cups of hot cocoa warm the hearts and souls of all.
This brief journey was one for my spirit; holding it into the onyx of winter which reflected back to me, the beauty of light.
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