Moonlight

In the middle of the night, when the house is quiet and peaceful, she sits looking out her window at the garden.  The moon is casting its silvery radiance on the land.

They slip out of the shadows in ones and twos, joining hands and twirling as they greet each other.

She longs to join them in their frolicking and places her hand on the pane of glass.  The leader steps forth and with a bow invites her outside.  She leaves her chair and hobbles out on the lawn where she regains her youth as she dances with the fairies.