The above video was shot in my backyard on a particularly warm and hazy September eve, during what we refer to here as "Indian Summer".
My 8 year old (7 at the time) son Mikha's "special week-end bed time" came and went but I didn't care. I craved his companionship. He had matured so much over the summer and I loved hearing his thoughts, his ideas, his hopes, his fears and dreams.. Simply put, I was madly in love with the little man he was becoming. Not to mention that by this point he has become (and still is) my trustworthy fire safety spotter. (Never light up without one, boys and girls!)
The "killing frost" had taken place the previous week, which meant Old Man Winter was stirring. You could smell it in the air. Very soon we would be rocking our Poofy Parkas, shoveling, scraping, shivering and pumping ourselves full of "stay happy" vitamin D. Joy.
That evening, time had no role amongst us, hours held no importance. The cooling wind of change danced and fluttered against us like playful silk ribbons. The air is light, the flow felt right and my fire burned bright. Suddenly, without warning (nor training), Mikha picked up a hand drum and began free-styling some groovy eclectic percussion beats, channeling his inner artist and Kitschissipirini spirit in a way I had never seen him do before!
Magic!?
No.
Better.
The universe was simply unfolding as it should.
Super awesome eery fact:
The word equinox is Latin, meaning"equal night". On the autumnal equinox, the Sun crosses the celestial equator going southward, meaning it rises exactly due east and sets exactly due west, harmoniously aligned like ying and yang.
In 2013, the autumnal equinox brought the fall season to the Northern Hemisphere on:
September 22nd.
Our video was shot and uploaded on:
September 21st
(aka the last day of summer!)
What I learned:
"Magic" cannot be feigned nor bruited
By the mirroring fool's unearthly illusions.
A concerted juncture set ablaze
True and celestial, but never stays.
Incarnated in unity, such kindred spirits fly
Drawing the velvet curtains
Over last season's summer skies.
And in that moment,
We were infinite.
We were infinite.
You and I,
We were perfect.
We were perfect.
