Samain Moving Moon
Quiet. Peaceful. Holiseason lights are up. Songs of the season are in the air.
Greedy commercials which equate holiday delight with a diamond from Jareds or the latest, greatest tech or the it toy this year smear themselves across our television screens.
I’m holding out for the long night, the Milky Way, Orion rising and snow falling. Lodgepole pine and aspen singing in the wind. Mountain air. Quiet. Peaceful.
That’s my holiday. The big one for the year.
