Winter never really leaves these mountains. Even in the height of summer, there's a hint of dark, star-spattered nights and a soft chill behind the wind. The growing season is regrettably, short. As the second harvest festival approaches, green thumbs begin measuring the garden in eyedroppers of time.
The first Samhain candles of the year were poured today. Today, a treasured member of the occult community parted the Veil between the Worlds and crossed over. Today, the Perseid meteor shower lit up the night sky. I wrapped a thousand prayers into a thousand stitches and hope to send them soon.
Utterly ordinary events beating measure for the extraordinary ones. Witches sing a threnody while the night sky burns.

-Carmin