Summer's Eve in the Mosswood

A warm breeze whispers over the land, telling of sun-soaked days, ripe fruit, starry nights, fresh herbs, river swims, dazzling adventures, and moonlit wonders. The hedge folk of Mosswood Village rest in the shade as the sun ripens the strawberries and peaches. Days are long, but not as long as they once were. Autumn is yet several horizons away, but a gold sheen sparkles on the trees.

The evening renews the townsfolk. They dance in the moonglow that illuminates different paths than the sun, ones that are more mysterious, and meandering.

The Night Market opens.

Welcome.

Spices mingle. Their notes in perfect harmony create a rich atmosphere of exploration. Cinnamon, cardamom, clove, orange, lemon, coriander, caraway, peppercorn, paprika, saffron.

Wander.

Side quests pull your attention. Each turn reveals new wonders. Treats here. Fabrics there. Artisan wares of every medium. Soaps. Candles. Clay. Garden whimsy. Games. Performances. Joy.

The stars above tell stories of long ago that connect us to then, and each other. When we first realized we were stronger together. The power of being curious. Navigating the largeness of it all.

For such small creatures as we, the vastness of the universe is bearable through love.  Carl Sagan said that.

Love is an incredible force of healing and growing together. I wish you beautiful love. And I love you. No reason love is easy to do.