Mab of Dream

And so the wheel turns and after all the darkness, getting darker, somewhere up there above the rainclouds in the huge, black void, the hope of summer stopped drifting away and started coming back.

It's hope, we're not deserted even here, finally in our darkest hour; that's when the cavalry of light signals its journey back to warm us again. The sun has noticed our sigils of brightly shining baubles and tinsel sparkling in reflection of the candle's flame. And some answering self from hedonistic summer hears the tone of resigned despair resonating from our hearts and reminds us, 'The days are getting longer now; slowly warming; and you WILL reach the place where I am now. Dancing beneath a Festival sky, drumming in the Midsummer dawn. And it will be beautiful.'

The return of the sun; the return of warmth and brightness; the return of hope.

Mother, thank you for your son; and blessed Solstice to one and all.

yours
Mab
xxxxx
- Still a little drunk from last night