There was a point, as the players prepared to strut and fret their hour on the stage when the setting sun hit the broad leaves of the big fig tree in Pacific Park and made them glow. At its feet, a tangle of exposed roots around the Fairy Queen's bower spread out toward the lawn where families had come with picnic blankets and lounged for a night of Shakespeare under the stars.
If there was a more appropriate setting for A Midsummer Night's Dream, it probably existed somewhere on the other side of Puck's imagination.
