Edition VIII: white wine at the full moon

Howling, falling, loving.

Welcome to my new subscribers and thank you so much for reading me! This is hunter, a seasonal moodboard of things I hunted and gathered for the new season. previous editions can be found here.

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Reading, two years ago.

We walk down the streets, high heels batting the pavement, careless of the puddles left behind by the late September rain. Seven pm on a Tuesday night. The sky turns dark as the last sunrays filter through the clouds, we head into town from our shared house on Oxford Road. The smell of fire in the rain, the first leaves fell a few days ago, not yet orange but burnt yellow from the last heatwave of the year. Last week the sun was scorching our skins as we sat outside sipping on our margaritas. Now we’re wearing our fake furs, gloriously overdressed for the pub. Tomorrow I’ll go for a walk, after dark, after the sunset. I’ll observe through the windows, the life of everyday people. Tomorrow, the light will come from the inside. Inside pubs and houses, inside the Tesco that opens until late, inside the train that passes the bridge over the street. The night falls and life stops, except for us, we push the doors to another world.

Autumn carries the promise of impossibility, the door to a parallel universe opens and we make room for the mystic. The days are shorter, the darkness tickles our brains playing in the shade. I love how humans find ways to bring in light once the sun settles down, in rituals and traditions; placing candles in pumpkins, gathering around bonfires, hanging fairy lights on trees.

Rituals of the night, lights in the dark.

Brussels, two weeks ago.