Solstice

Coyote is partial to the winter solstice. As am I actually, but for different reasons. I like knowing that the days are due to be brightening up rapidly. He, however, prefers the dark. He likes the moment just before the rebirth of the world begins. The rapid descent and plunging into epic long evenings.
“I can sneak in the dark. Sneak around canyons and corners. Pounce on the unknowing and unwitting.” He throws his head back and laughs. “The solstice crackles with new possibility. In that blackness that carries so long, you can form anything. You silly creatures hide in fear in the blackness. You forget or deny that magic needs no explaining or no witness at night. It can just be…out of sight and far from reason. Don’t get me started on your need to reason away the time and the world. Tonight I dance in the shadows because it is almost all we have. And I was tired all morning anyway.

The dark is where you get your power, your prayers. It is where the day enters from and hides away in. It is the cover of your fears and yet the most provoking thing of all. Such ludicrous babies. Bad, as you folks call it, happens all times. In all ways. Dark doesn’t make it easier…it just makes your senses more heightened. And on this day, in this moment…you are never clearer. You are never more aware of the vast nothingness that exists at all times. It is your moment to shine and yet you all hide away, bemoaning the shadowy darkness that enters. Tomorrow it starts to lighten again. Tomorrow the cycle starts fresh. What are you throwing out…throwing up. What is your newness…or are you too chicken shit?”
Coyote slinks out of room…out the window…into the solstice air for whatever party he is creating.