diamonds: writing between myself and someone else
queen: special occasions
2 on the die: this writing is public
Steady As It Goes,
It is high solstice day. I have no illusions that I may see you today, but it is the first high solstice day since we last saw each other. Moreover, it is the first solstice day where all our suns are in solstice since the world ended, and so I am using my thirty hours of constant daylight wisely.
It has been a long time, my friend. I am sure you do not miss me, but I find absence makes the heart grow fonder. I hope you are well.
In this town they still sing for the sun’s rise. Joyful tunes, they are, and the dance steps moreso. I find myself with two left feet but dragged into a dance more often than not. (Forgive an old lady their shaky hand, I am interrupted often by the young folk seeking I join them, and I have never been able to resist the joy you can only find in the smiles of the young.) You would be surprised how few of these people know the steps to their own dances, but what they lack in technique they make up for in enthusiasm.
There was a celebration much like this for the day of my people’s liberation. Complete with the dancing and the rejoicing under a day of sun. I do wonder if you and I might have crossed paths at one such celebration, so very long ago, but there would be no way to tell now. It is likely, given how similar our beacons are in nature; but even that is a gross oversimplification, and besides: there is no changing the past. If there were, perhaps much now would be different. I can only wonder
Forgive me, again. I was drawn away for another dance, and have forgotten how that sentence was meant to end. For now I think I will set down this pen and figure out how to get this message to you once the sun has set again.
If It Comes, It Will Come.
Yours in sun and shadow,
sable
