Generator-powered lights lit up the exterior and interior of the monument like high noon, casting shadows here and there that were as deep as any darkness. Yet, despite the misery of the cold, she couldn’t help but be impressed. They’d been asked not to touch anything, not that Jen wanted to touch anything as cold as those monolithic stones had to be. The group of lucky invitees stood in a clutch inside Stonehenge’s circle. I’ve never seen them put so much effort into it. The cold had done absolutely nothing to quench her excitement. She brought her gloved hands to her face to warm her skin and wished she were back in San Diego with the love of her life, Jack Walker. She wore one of Missy’s wool coats and a pair of gloves, but Jen’s face and nose felt as if they might fall off at any moment. I’ll make it up to you afterward by filling you with hot toddies and some Yule cookies.Īnd that was why Jen was standing in the middle of Stonehenge with twelve other strangers while the chants of men in scarlet robes filled the night. But it’s really something special, something you should see in person. It’s all pageantry and showmanship, I know, Missy had said during the drive up. Alas, Missy, who’d always been interested in other religions, hence her Religious Studies degree at Bard College, wanted Jen to witness the Winter Solstice ceremony and the killing of the Oak King by the Holly King. While she appreciated her old college friend Missy Brautigan taking her to visit Stonehenge, they could have done it when the weather was warmer, or at least during the day. This was about the coldest holiday Jen had been subjected to in a long time.
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