Would you travel across the land, in the hour of the summer solstice? - from Ancient Dream, by Aeolian Songspell
A time for the half-remembered inner pagan to re-emerge, dancing widdershins in the pre-dawn dew around the celebrity stones, or the authentic stones, or wherever one finds oneself this solstice-time.
The veil is thin now...
...and oh yes, a very happy birthday, Elaine.