SummerSaturday, August 15, 2026
24 Mordad 1405
Quatrain 66 of 75
“So, while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
One spied the little Crescent all were seeking:
And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!
Hark to the Porter's Shoulder-knot a-creaking!"”
Omar Khayyamtr. Edward FitzGerald, 1859
Reflection · Summer 1405
In summer the Porter has arrived — the vessel has been filled, the crescent has been sighted and the feast has been running for months. The Shoulder-knot is no longer creaking; it has been unloaded, the wine distributed, the cups active. Brother! Brother! — the jogging has become the celebration itself. The vessels are no longer waiting for the crescent; they are in the middle of what the crescent promised.
The summer is the fulfilled crescent.