picture by luke and lauvern

Puck summons everyone to the rolling hills of Rainbow Bridge....

kids from all over gather around...

the cornstalks and hay bails dot the rolling hillside...

he tells a story....

to mark the passing of one year into another in old celtic tradition...its usually done in cordination with the fall season ...

fall soltice or all hallows eve.....the night before... ..you see....

dancers and townfolk get together and dance all night long.....drums pulse out a rythum to dance by....

thousands of candles and thousands of lanterns are lit in various spots on a hill side....

they all light bonfires to give them light....

bonfires dot the rolling hillsides as far as the eye can see....

figures dance around and around....to drums that pulse....

straw and bonfires....give the air frangrance on a crisp falls eve....

flames leap high and makes the cornstalks appear like they move..almost like they are waltzing along with the dancers....

they call it all souls night....when the spirits of loved ones echo thru the fields....and townsfolk honour their loved ones...

all his friends pick up a candle, and with the lanterns all in place that puck put on the hillside yesterday....cornstalks and hay and wood for little fires.....lanterns light the way for all to see....as far as they eye could see...

puck grabs the holly bush and waves in the air...to mark where the old year passes by........

as each child lights their little bonfire, they dance around and around...with their dance and the lights flickering behind them. they  make the heeavens  seem to move and pulsate with each  movement...

 millions of stars dancing in the heavens...

the breezes, and thousands of voices pass us by...

next time you stand on a bridge...

over a river that runs to the sea..

listen ...