(Sun Series #10)
The rainbow east of the creek presaged the rest, even when the stubborn western clouds revealed only brief glimpses of the sprouting moon before it set. The fire in the center lit easily, and, just as the blessings were said, a gentle rain came to add its acknowledgement. Orange sparks flew. The Mountain Spirits had been absent from these parts for a long time, but they returned, as eleven dancers stepped lightly at the circle’s edge, knowing deep in their soles that the world only spins in one direction. And at the end, when the dance was complete, the orange sparks flew higher yet and met the brightening stars.