Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Ebb and Flow.
I love the afterglow of a good ritual.
The smell of bonfire smoke in my hair and dragon’s blood on my skin.
The way the evening started out cloudy until a certain point in the rit, and now there’s a huge circle around a crystal-clear sky around a full moon…and everything else is still cloudy.
The way the wind suddenly kicked up at the mention of one particular word or the way the fire lapped high at the mention of another.
The way the energy was so strong in me that I wasn’t even shivering in shorts, bare feet, thin shirt, all in 44- degree weather when I’m usually looking for a sweater when it dips below 70.
The feel of stone beneath my feet.
The after-feast of fresh raspberries, my own little harvest.
This wonderful relaxed feeling that makes me just want to cuddle up next to a priest…if I had one…and sighhhhhhhhhh.
Yeah. Glowing in the afterglow.
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