First the Old Moon rose.
And then the Sun.
Eagles flew low above us.
Herons stood serenely in the shallows.
We offered herbs and flowers from our gardens to the Queen of Summer.
She took our prayers and carried them north on the outgoing tide.
We offered our hearts.
She took those, too.
We dined on the first local strawberries of the season in Her first light.
We found deer tracks in the sand, white stones, and baby eagle feathers.
We stood, enraptured by Her beauty.
When we had each found our beach glass, glinting amid stones dipped in gold dust, and the first ferry of the morning was heading east into the sunrise, it was time to go.
Farewell to the east side of the island. We’ll meet again at sunset on the west.