INDIVIDUAL

TOUCHES

OF LIGHT

CROWD

IN LIKE

FIREFLIES

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine...”

Follow Puck, the merry sprite, moving silently through this elegant

apartment at night, to experience a contemporary midsummer’s dream.

Individual touches of light crowd in like fireflies at the foot of a tall tree,

to welcome the sylvan creature that seeks a place to rest in this magic

forest: on a cream coloured chair, or a milky white sofa, looking up

at the tame stars that hang from the ceiling. Tiptoe with Puck from one

corner to the other of this nocturnal woodland, peeking through shelves

and books, marvelling at its several luminous moons. Mystery emanates

from the glow in each corner, finding its way through the clear glass,

mobile yet still, like the mirrored surface of water. Run your fingers

on the velvetine edge of the bed, hit the light switch: sleep.

Perchance dream.

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