Most midsummer night’s evening I sit quietly with an adult beverage watching each moment of light fade to dark and think of my brother, Tony Fabio with whom I spent so many such nights as a younger man. We’d watch and drink and laugh till the last light of the longest day was faded on both the horizon and in us.
Then, usually after a few more adult beverages, we’d wrap ourselves up by the fire in our usually hastily gathered blankets and bedrolls under the light of Sister Moon, in the cold of night till the coming light of Father Sun circled up again and poured His gold on us once more, marking the morning of the first day of the coming of winter…
We’d do our Sun stretches, make and eat our breakfast over the rekindled fire and then hike our way back from whatever ridge-top we’d chosen the evening before, marking the beginning of the end of summer…
Like the beginning of the end of Summer, I’m still young inside, but I don’t hike the ridge-tops anymore, I can’t drink my way through even the shortest night, haven’t done a morning Sun Stretch in decades and brother Tony went to be with The Light years ago…
I still miss brother Tony, and the coming and going of The Light will always be sacred to me… Blessed Solstice to each of you…
Enjoy The Light!
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