Midnight at Noon
Moving deeper into Fernworthy, I was struck at how little
light filtered down through the pine canopy. It was the
middle of the day, but it was impossible to make out the
scene very far into the forest. The darkness, mixed with
the thick carpet of moss, brought out more of the fairytale
nature of Fernworthy and I lay on the ground for a while
in an attempt to conjure up the feeling Nick Bottom had
when he awoke after Shakespeares fairies had switched
his head for that of an ass.
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?"
Robin Goodfellow, A Midsummer Nights Dream
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