Sparkling lights, Souls of the Ancestors
Sometimes I stand on the Sand dunes looking out to sea or up to the heavens to stare at the stars and the glory of the moon as she turns all around me to magic.
On cold, clear night, especially when there is a full moon you can see sparkles dancing around you. They whorl around and at the slightest breath of breeze dance away only to return as if they were curious about you and want to connect with you.
They seem to have a light, and a life, all of their own like tiny fire fly’s glinting and dancing before and around you.