The Sadness Of ITLAP
Sep. 20th, 2010 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxI have come to love September. All of those silly little ceremonies I have, the rituals I throw.
Eris Day. Breakaway Day.
The anarchy that is International Talk Like A Pirate Day, me hearties.
But then, once ITLAP is done, comes a pause. A moment of silence and great sadness.
Today and tomorrow are Mabon.
From Wednesday on days give way to nights, and Winter 2010 shall begin her stealthy approach.
So I never thought of ITLAP as a threshold before. One last gasp of a dying summer, before finally putting away your toys in the chest and picking up your school books or getting back on the road as the daily commute resumes.
Eris Day. Breakaway Day.
The anarchy that is International Talk Like A Pirate Day, me hearties.
But then, once ITLAP is done, comes a pause. A moment of silence and great sadness.
Today and tomorrow are Mabon.
From Wednesday on days give way to nights, and Winter 2010 shall begin her stealthy approach.
So I never thought of ITLAP as a threshold before. One last gasp of a dying summer, before finally putting away your toys in the chest and picking up your school books or getting back on the road as the daily commute resumes.
