Moonlight lends it's soft glow to everything. The water shimmers and the silk of her gown rustles softly with the breeze, but nothing can match the way the light touches her hair... Kent doesn't say anything, waiting for her to turn around on her own, she is humming softly, and he smiles, knowing that she is thinking of him. I love this picture, but her face came out wrong... I may never finish it... but I hope to one day. Color pencil.