It was one of those rare moments in life where nothing feels real, and yet in the same instant life burns hot and sharp through veins and eyes. The utter beauty and haunting stillness of the shimmering light caught my breath, and I held it as long as I could, for fear of dispelling the mirage in ripples towards the horizon. A feeling crept into my soul that blinking, or looking away for even a second, would cause the whole silvery scene to vanish, as though it had never been. As though it might slide back through the portal to fairyland, sweeping all it’s impossible enchantment away, leaving only the cold dark sea, and a lingering sense of disbelief. What creature, what goddess of nature could have dreamed and woven such a scene? The question has been been haunting me ever since, and the answer has been stalking the edges of my dreams.