Spirited away

Here is a sight that greeted me on the path on a snow-flurrying morning about two days ago:





No doubt the revelers drank to the health of the night, toasted the trees and the Milky Way . . . and then? Night-eyed, smiling visitors appeared out of the trees. The revelers, cheerfully intoxicated, offered the visitors some of their brew, and the visitors in turn invited the revelers to join in a mad race or a midnight dance--both things combined, maybe--round and round and round, faster and faster,...