Usually in the week or two before a holiday, I start reviewing the ritual for that holiday. Today I started to review the Lughnasadh ritual, and I recoiled in horror from the idea that summer will end.
Summer. It's light outside when I wake up. It's light outside when I get out of work. After work, I sit on my balcony. If I want to, at night, I can sleep on my balcony. I can wear clothes that allow freedom of movement. I love the touch of the air upon my skin. I love the feel of grass on my feet. Every day I listen to crickets, watch the birds, gaze at the leaves, and see the rabbits.
I'm not ready for this to end. I know I still have some time left, but I don't see how I can ever be ready for this to end.
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