Vernal EquiNOT

"We were completely off this year," confessed Oleg Brohannson, as he and the five other neo-pagan worshippers gathered up their drums, candles and noise makers and put them back into the Volvo wagon.

"We set everything up very carefully. At just the right time, the sunlight was supposed to shine through the cleft in the boulder over there and hit the center of that runestone pillar.

"But that's at the summer solstice. Because of global warming or something-- maybe it was that bad batch of homemade mead-- we showed up at the vernal equinox, not the solstice. We should have been over at the Eisencrag Megalith for that one. That's why nobody else showed up. I guess we just got confused."

"Yeah, and I was all ready to do a real 'Stomp!' impersonation on those drums, too," said his friend, Karl, as he took off his horned helmet and threw it into the back seat.

Their companion, Heatherwind Jasmin, had another explanation. "I think somebody hacked Wikipedia again. The article on the solstice definitely gave today's date for the celebration. Darn it!"

Despite the chance that without their sacred rituals the Great Dragon might swallow the sun and chaos engulf the universe, the group got back in the station wagon and headed over to the Loki and Tokey Tea Room to catch the tail end of the Vernal Equinox afterglow service with their more-clued-in friends.

Later, after a few drinks, none of them could tell much difference between that day and the day before ...or the day after.


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