Hmmmmm

Damn it! Shivering dyads float aimlessly about my moonlit porch. Twisting pairs of ethereal alacrity, wispy filaments wave white yet without hue, having color would weigh them down. I understand now, and I continue to pace about with no small degree of entrancement. Shimmering, I see them. Lambent layers of vapor, etiolated trails of aether.
And all the while, the moon shines on.