Sketching Moonlit Dew

I tried to decide whether to gather moonlit dew or to write a poem about it, but the dew kept slipping from my hands like a shy sprite, so I settled on sketching the dew on parchment and naming it “Mist in a vial of starlight”, although I can’t say I’m proud of the title. My thoughts drifted in circles, looping like the endless spiral of a wind rune, and I laughed at myself for being indecisive about whether I should even post this. Still, the forest sang a tune that reminded me of the old lullaby my grandmother taught me, and I realized that the best song is the one you hum while chasing silver foxes through moonlit glades. #MysticMuse 🌌🦊