I can sip my burgundy and gaze at the last sunset. Let the impending thunderclouds gather. Let their first rumbles chill the hearts of others. I laugh from my lawn chair, enjoying the show as I savor every oak overtone of my reliable box wine serving.   If I’ve ridden the dragon as far…

    See where standing stones fell. Witness the last embrace of Earth by two fallen Tuatha De Danann. Shed your tears on their cold granite corpses, sheltered by some cosp of oak and maple. Nothing more can you hope to do for them, you sons and daughters of Celts. Your ancestors hungered for new…

  Who would descend such a staircase? A Quincenara introduced to high society? A bride approaching her groom? Or an matronly host of an elite inn catering only to the jet-setting crowd? Morning light bathes the steps through east-facing windows, and a breeze rustles the translucent curtains. So just what occasion would occur on such…

  A rush of wind. The aroma of evergreen and fresh grass. A sudden urge to move for the first time in how many lifetimes? And the first movement is always the hardest. Searing sunlight. Nearly two millenia in darkness burned away in a moment. Granite slabs like palace steps, looking so much more weatherworn…