Ave Atque Vale

Ave, Sol Invictus!

And the red-gold sun lifts over the horizon, outlining dark and smoke-spewing towers of a power station on the horizon.

Vale, Quercus Rex.

The Oak King has met the Lady and died in Her arms.

Ave, Ilex Rex.

The God's other face now turns to face us, down here in the southern hemisphere.

Merry Summer Solstice!