County, not by a long shot! ...We met by the pool, a gathering of artists, as the 'Mystic Oaks' resort boasted a rather cutting edge art sale & show...Lovely pottery, necklaces, bracelets, lithographs, driftwood mobiles, assorted exotic massage -just about anything eclectic- all lay prone on tables and hung from trees, begging the attention of a prying eye...I sold two mobiles!

As the longest day of the year drew to it's apex, and the wind wafted the scent of sage and soil, preparations began, for the esoteric events soon to transpire at the top of the mountain! "Here, give me your right hand!" I advised my curious friends...
"But it's a SECRET! A really important SECRET, and you must absolutely PROMISE to tell NO ONE where you've BEEN, or what you've SEEN!"
One:
"Oh, Joey, I PROMISE, I DO!"
Another:
"O.K., O.K., but WHAT's GOING ON?"
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Soon, a small black BAT -encircled by (and it WAS INDEED) a full moon was drawn on the back of every right hand.
Right hands that now fiddled about nervously, as they all knew I was definitally up to SOMETHING.
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...Sometime later...
moon- 0 (a-rooooooo! The clock struck EIGHT...A BAT flag flapped in the breeze, like a rubbery wing, as the guests began to arrive in electric golf carts, each whining and straining to gain the steep hill that leads to my cabin door..."So glad you could make it!" I offered to first one couple, than another....The click-cling of wine glasses permeated the air, as did a sense of excitement..."Wouldn't miss it for the world...-WHATEVER you've got up your sleeve, joey my boy" said a man I call 'Hummingbird man' (they sit on his finger at his cabin, eating!)...
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...I showed them all (4 couples, all suntans and smiles) to thier observation decks... actually just large granite boulders strewn about by an eon or two of happenstance. Glowing and full, the solstitial lunar globe began a lazy ascent, setting the stage for an event as old as the heavy granite thrones upon which we sat. "O.K., everybody, shhhhh, now...shhhhh...."
...A decided chirp/hiss/sqeek/sqeal began to make itself heard in the quiet of the dusk...
...now a squeak, now a hiss.....
.....then, a shuffle...
...louder, and louder the shuffle, sounding like the tiny feet of a thousand two inch tall school kids, about to recess for summer!
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"There everyone...see those two holes near the top of the cabin?"
"Which?"
"THERE! those!"
"Oh, yes! I see...!"
"Shhhhhh......watch 'em close!!!!"
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...Eight eleven PM - full moon - summer solstice. The shuffle was now become a loud clamour of primordial competition. Black, rubbery paratroopers dropped toward the beige gravel, saving themselves only at the last second zooming toward the darkening sky, to finally shoot out over the wide valley in a desperate hunt for bugs on the wing!
"OoooooooooooH!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
"Woooooooooooww!"
"Joey! OmiGod!!!"
"Cooooooooooool!"
....Smiles, laughter, hugs -and before we left, a bit more wine-....we said "Goodnight" one by one, all knowing we had been granted witness of one of creations more shadowy rituals. Native American lore teaches that the BAT is the symbol of shedding of the old self, and subsequent REBIRTH. We had all been reborn!...The BATS played out over the canyon/valley, having hardly even noticed all the fuss...
On, continuum.
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Love, your pal joey
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