COSTUME
Wings, a banner, orange from collar to hem. The last costume is the loudest and the kindest.

NIGHT 31 OF 31
The finale. A joyful crowd of wings and banners. The live month ends at midnight. This is the night people stay for.
Wings, a banner, orange from collar to hem. The last costume is the loudest and the kindest.
A hand-painted banner stick. A glass wing if you saved for it.
Every lantern up. Webs, bats, leaves, pumpkins, and one spruce with two warm bulbs. Fireworks on the ridge, small and high.
The finale. A joyful crowd of wings and banners. The live month ends at midnight. This is the night people stay for.
The whole month’s stall at once: bread, soup, cake, seeds, oranges, pies.
Orange and sparkle, poured like a toast, not a speech.
Everything that worked, played bigger, and a quiet last song when the fireworks stop.
Walk the ground with a banner. Read other people’s. Add nothing cruel. Dance. Watch the ridge.
The happiest night of the month. Banners up, wings up, fire high, then the quiet song.
Midnight closes the live fest. The wings can come home with you. The mountain’s story has its own ending, beside this one.
OF THIS OCTOBER
All eight of them, wings on, banners different, none of them online. Nia’s banner is blank and people sign it with thanks. Of this October.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You in orange with dragonfly wings and a hand-painted banner at the biggest mountain festival night, lanterns, pumpkins, a small firework over snowy peaks, joyful, no text.
STALL
The one you save for. It catches firelight and does not belong to any earlier night.