The Equinox. That magical time when the balance is struck; between night and day, darkness and light, the glare of Summer to the gold of Autumn...passing things and those that may begin and, in their turn, reach completion. Impossible but ever-striven-for stasis. The mental sign ruled by mercury in the calculating heart of the Virgin gives way to airy Libra (my sign) driven, nevertheless, by Venus- passion's mistress. There are rites to be celebrated-
as both day and night stand in equal proximity; perfectly cut facets of a single flawless jewel.