Marking the southern hemisphere's shortest day and longest night of the year, when the sun's daily presence is but a brief moment and the darkness an endless blanket... all across New Zealand, kiwis (and a couple Americans) left the warmth of their homes to pay homage. The spectacular tradition in Dunedin is a celebration commencing after sunset... full of homemade lanterns, dancers, musicians... and animation to fill any childhood dream.
Mark and I, along with some friends, joined in the celebration marking the first day of winter, and thus the lengthening of days.
This year the theme was creatures of the night, complete with owls and dancing people that I surmise live in the dreams of the children who filled the streets.
The celebration ended with the explosions of fireworks from a building nearby.
I shivered with the excitement of the coming of spring.
A Midwinter's Night Dream.