an impromptu ceremony to restore the sun
We were sick of the winter and we wanted to get the sun back.
We yelled for it but it couldn’t hear us.
We thought maybe it would be able to see us through the clouds if everything wasn’t so grey so we got a lot of paint. We argued about colors the sun would like but we settled on the brightest, warmest ones that looked summer-hot and sunshine-y.
We put all the bright warm colors in buckets and dragged the buckets out to the backyard. We had to take each color bucket one at a time because they were heavy and we both agreed that the yellows were the heaviest but we couldn’t figure out why.
We painted the house and the trees and the dry grass. We dipped our feet in the heavy yellows and our braids in orange and peach and mango and when we were all covered in sunshine colors we did a sunshine dance and tried to get the cat to dance with us and he didn’t want to but we got him nice and sunshine-y, too.
After the dancing we were tired and it was nighttime and the sun probably couldn’t see us anymore even through the clouds so we went to bed.
In the morning the sun was out and all the paint was gone.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Marcheline · April 6, 2012 at 9:18 am
I just bought a gallon of Bicycle Yellow paint yesterday to bring sunshine into my kitchen. No joke. I love when delicious things pile up in front of me in a cosmic heap.
Melanie Cole · April 6, 2012 at 1:49 pm
I love this story, especially since spring seems to be taking such a long time to get here. A lovely idea, if only we could do it here!
Lily Rose · April 6, 2012 at 6:37 pm
Out of the hundreds books stored on my iPad, there are always ten or so that I have yet to read. Otherwise, i’d feel insecure: what if I were to find myself without a new book *and* a wireless connection? O, the anguish!
But today, as I browse through those untouched books to select my next read, flirting with covers and forewords, it hits me that what I am searching and craving for is the book that you have yet to write and publish. I loved Night Circus; that incredibly imaginative and beautiful story still inhabits my mind. And so I am immensely grately to you for the Flax-Golden tales. It alleviates the wait and recreates the magic. Every week.
Cheryl Wurtele · April 13, 2012 at 8:59 pm
Even when it’s just a couple of paragraphs you tell a wonderful story and make me happy. Thanks.
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