She treaded lightly under the moonlight, armed with a torch, in search of something. Nothing would stop her from retrieving what belonged to her, but the search so far was futile. She stumbled over a small stone and stopped and pondered. What was she searching so valiantly for, and where could it be? When would the search ever end? Or would it end at all? She brushed those thoughts away, and resumed her search for that something that seemed always to escape her.
Just as she was about to give up, she saw it. The glow, the lustre, the light. Exhausted from her search, her lips bent into a slight smile and she approached. But as she touched it, the glow immediately vanished and it was lost yet again. But she was contented, for that one moment of contact was enough, indeed it was the closest she ever got to it.
But, alas, nothing lasts, nothing is viable. She walked out of the darkness into the shelter of the house, dragging her trail of white behind her; not knowing whether she was awaiting the next attempt or the coming of dawn. Tonight's encounter was only mildly disenchanting; indeed tomorrow is yet another day and yet another night.
