Sun In Splendor

A day so hot, the air moves in slow motion. Heat shimmer rises into the sky. There's nothing to do but seek the water as the sun blazes its way toward the ends of the earth.

It's the burning edge of summer, and the morning chill of May is just a memory, unbelievable, ridiculous even, to think I could have ever felt so cold.

Candy-Colored Carnival

As per local tradition, on the heels of the harvest moon comes the carnival. Aliens seemed to be a theme this year. You know times are tough when people are volunteering to be abducted.

 Glittering neon gears competed with the brilliant sky.

And while we weren't quite lost in the funhouse...

 ...we were quite lost in the mirror maze.

We had corn dogs and funnel cake, and bought a space hopper for the youngin. And then at last we walked back, through the dark streets, past the silent school and the glowing lamps and the dry leaves skidding along the pavement.

And with that we mark another ritual of the turning of the year.

The Threshold of Summer

May the Liminal Dieties bless us all.