We took part in the annual 'Burning Away the Winter Blues' festival on Saturday, and man, all that pagan ritualism really gets the blood flowing! (metaphorically, not physically).
We gathered torches, flags, pennants and drums. We marched from the Paddlewheeler to Robert Service, sharing three well fortified thermoses of mulled wine, thanks to dear friend's apt foresight! It was actually quite chilly, even though this winter has been remarkably mild. My legs froze until we got to the fire.
The turnout was great, as usual! The effigy was this bizarre face with reaching hands, and it was quite spooky looking. I think I liked last year's effigy of the dragon a bit better, this one reminded me of fall strawmen set on fire in some witch-burning town festival.
The fire was crazy hot, I loved it until I swore I smelled something burning, like my jacket... And the next day my face felt kind of funny, like I burned it? We celebrated by writing down our 'blues' and putting them in Arlin's paper bag to burn. My blues felt rather mundane, and I'll be extra-daring and share a few:
Secret nemesii
Distance apart
Parental problems
Allergies
Bad marks on my master's papers
So, all in all, I hope those things get resolved or at least I can stop thinking about them!
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