Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
As August's moon begins to wax, I found myself reflecting on the memories of the summer solstice with Morticia. She wore a flowing gown adorned with sun motifs, reminiscent of the solstice's warmth and light.
We shared stories of past solstices, the longest day of the year when the sun held dominion over the land. Morticia's wisdom illuminated my understanding of the changing seasons and their impact on our peculiar family.
With the memory of the summer solstice as our guide, I resume my moon-based rituals for Halloween's approach, knowing that the sun's energy will soon give way to the moon's mystique.
Until the morrow, Wednesday