the glistening dew on the grass speaks to me saying the world is perfect, just for this one single moment in time and the fairies were all dancing before you came outside. I'm shivering, standing here with only my flimsy white night shift to keep me warm the lawn is wet my feet are pruning and the sun, peaking gently from behind the clouds is mildly scolding me, because apparently what I just interuppted was the grand wedding of a fairy prince and princess