Restless light sleep as I toss in the humid night air. Wondering what is tugging at my dreams and pulling me awake. I quietly plod to the bathroom, but for some reason do not turn on the light. My eyes adjust to the velvet night outside the window, and I see it. Magical fairies dancing in the branches of the trees with their lanterns. They climb and climb and climb until they are at the very top against the black silhouette of heavy leaves. This celebration is what must have woke me.