Praise the Sun

We’re a month and a half past the solstice, and I’m no longer walking the dogs in the dark after work. And now, more than ever before, I understand pagan sun worship.

Praise the Day Moon! Bringer of Light! Slayer of Seasonal Affective Disorder! He Who Makes It Harder for the Children of Wolves I Live with to Trip Me While Crossing the Street!

What do you need me to burn, mighty Sun? Keep in mind I only have one of those miniature metal fire pits, so it’ll have to be a small offering, or at least one that can be broken down into pieces roughly coffee-can-sized. Quite frankly, you’d probably be a lot better at burning your offerings, particularly if we get a magnifying glass involved.

Maybe I should just send a thank you card.