Won't you imagine it with me? Though the burning summer sun has set, its passing touches us still: the air ripples as heat mirages radiate up from the earth. The sun's heat is rising to join its absent parent in the sky. The celebrants are rising too; Haddu, festival-goers, and visitors emerge from the canyon-walls, sweep aside the heavy canvas doors of their tents, and, most of all, stream out from the tunnels and caverns of lower B'Haddu.
Glory stand...
