The past lurks in the dark.

For me, Earth Hour wasn't especially eventful. I cheated a little too. I didn't attend the party I was invited to, which I'm sure I'll regret.

Maybe that's because I'm a cynic. Having participated in a massive public ritual in Boston Common for the Harmonic Convergence, the Hands Across America demonstration, an orgy to wield power against AIDS, and Gods know how many other Workings, maybe I'm just a tired old fool who's lost a lot of faith in the human condition. Or maybe it's because I have to be awake by 3:30am.

Or maybe it's because I became distracted by my past... again. I miss the Dragonfly. I miss the rituals and the celebrations and the gathering in Maryland. I miss a house full of loving, laughing, eating, chanting people.

I called the Pixiegrrl, whom I miss deeply too, before she headed out for the night. I love her guffaws, and I hope to see her soon.

I predict that an aftermath of Earth Hour 2008 will be a rush of new births by December.