31The trail from the large stone and wood cabin leading to the revelry area was lit with the soft golden glow of little lanterns. They were strewn throughout the lower branches of the trees all along the wooded path on which we walked. They swayed in the gentle evening breeze, recalling to me the bobbing lights from my dreams.
We heard the party ahead already commencing. There was laughter, voices, and lovely, exhilarating music consisting of fiddles, drums, and pipes.
The moon was rising full again in the clear night sky, and not a cloud was in sight to obscure it or the myriad twinkling stars.
A huge circular clearing surrounded by forest greeted us at the end of the path. The meadow was filled with wooden tables, chairs, straw bales, blankets, cushions, and even some hammocks hung fr
