Dusky Fairy (February '26)

Do you see? Something glints in the grass at dusk. Something moves among the bare tree branches. It is the fairies, alive at dusk to frolic among the last of the icicles and frosted blades of grass. They are not cold, for they love the changing seasons and embrace each one in its turn. While you feel the cold at your fingertips and the mist across your boots, you know that spring is coming, the world beginning to wake from it's winter slumber.