He opened the windows and for a moment let the breeze dance around him and in his hair. The choir of treefrogs were already at full voice – and a far off fog horn sounded in tandem with the grandfather clock chiming in the other room. He smile at how old world it all felt despite very much in the present.
“Imbolc is so far away,” he the thought to himself.
With the equinox in a few days the winds would start whispering the name Samhain. Spirits of old and new will start visiting his dreams again. He knew in the darkness that time cranked slower, making you understand every moment of the cold and the darkness.
He lit the blue candle in the window, as had his father and grandfather. If the spirits were going to come for a visit, he might as well make them feel welcome.