Legend, 11×14, Oil on canvas

We drove home from dinner through a mix of fog and moonlight. They filtered through the trees in the mountains.

“Moonlight in Vermont,“ I said.

“This really looks like Halloween,“ said sing one.

“It’s like sleepy Hollow,“ said my husband when we got home. And it got me thinking why I love the woods when we are surrounded by nothing but misty moonlight, feeling like the soles of the people and creatures who have walked these hollows before are swirling around us.

I’m not afraid of the dark or what’s walking in it through these woods. The woods are spiritual, magical, and the moonlight glowing through the nearly naked trees just makes it easier to see.

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