“It’s Equinox. Summer is gone, autumn is here, winter is near, and there is a feeling of inevitable parting in the air.”
And when that happens, every year, we turn to the heavens for guidance in turn it all around. A new chance for the prize is just around the corner, but we regret with a mix of sorrow and happiness at what had been.
It’s a charge of self-importance, dowsed in cold waters of self-indigence, manipulating our psyche for a cleaner slate and another promising way of life ahead.
The sun will rise again.
We all must rise with it, as we say goodbye for a temporary time.
Black Lace Club’s ‘Equinox’ turns that corner, before we have a chance at that new year.