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Today marks one of the high points of my personal calendar: the feast of Michael, Prince of Angels and weigher of souls, who presides over the turning of the year that leads from bright summer into bleak winter. He was my first girlhood crush, and later on I was thrilled by his martial prowess in Paradise Lost. Updated iconography has transformed him, unsurprisingly, into a superhero.
Prince of the heavenly host
Today is Michaelmas, commemorating my favorite angel. I used to often stop to admire him during my long-ago visits to Trieste, where his magnificent mosaic image adorns the facade of the Serbian Orthodox church. The feast of Saint Michael marks a time of transitions, summer into fall into winter, reflections on the past and musings on the future. I hope to do more with my life now that time is growing short, and look forward to resuming travels abroad since I got my Covid booster shot today. Trieste will probably always remain a memory, but there are so many places I've yet to explore, so much I want to read, and write. Be well, friends.
