Solstice Dawn

The sky is on fire. Reds and pinks and golds over the underlying blue fading back from the determined dark of the shortest night. the dawn, a newborn seeking, fighting to burst forth from the known haven of the eastern horizon. Wave after wave of wondrous orange and copper bubble forth, the darkness bleeding away. the burgeoning crest of horizon shatters, and from it light, purest, deepest, brightest light breaks free and takes flight, and so begins the longest day of 2009. Welcome now the sun child, now become the king of the sky. and I, knee deep in waters set a blaze in his light, lose the words of writer. I stand at the edge of something words cannot touch, and I'm ok with that.

Duckon!

Ok, so this is only my second con this year, but by far the better! I walked in to furry friends and faces I hadn’t seen in years. Several, in some cases! Flashing back to old relationships well-remembered, old stories that needed retelling simply to remember the laughs. Newer faces richly remembered, embraced for the third time in a year, which to this day is unmatched. Sooj and Vixy and Kay and Brooke and YAY! Hearing the voices of my loved ones in song and verse, storytellers all, and new voices now know and smiling faces cherished, laughter given new light.

And within that light, new connections forged. Unwittingly, unknowingly, elusive yet existent. I dare not to speculate, not to even expect. All I know is this: I'm coming back. For the people, for the merriment, for the FILK...

And oh gods, the FILK!! so much fun! singing with Sooj and Vixy over the open filk was beyond lovely! Sitting behind them, casting no shadow upon their light, I added simply harmony, low and supporting to these sirens as they rang out into the night. A night held in the warmth of summer with a breath of things to come, more concerts, more festivals, more cons, more life...

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Breathe deep the gathering gloom...

The first storm has passed, lightning concussions fading into low rumbles at the sun’s advance. But the maple leaves are still turned over, aware in ways the cowan are not that this is only halftime. The dancing rage of a second wave is on the way. The lake is calm now, taking a breath before the harmonic cacophony of downpour turns it into a glistening minefield once more, a halo of light at the edge of the horizon. The animals remain hidden, taking no chances against that is coming. Can’t wait for the light show.