Faerie Paths — Blue Night

 

 

It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences

when one is young. The sky was so bright and there were so many

stars that, gazing upward, one couldn’t help but wondering how so many

whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky. This too is a

question that would only occur to the young, to the very young; but

may God make you wonder like that as often as possible!

~ Dostoevsky, White Nights