Confronting The Giant Cold Front

On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected power.

“It is getting late,” a young boy checked his watch wondering how long he has until everything goes dark.

“Somov, we still have a good hour left of light,” his Father nervously responded concerned about the next sixty minutes.

Sitting safely secure in the pick-up truck’s passenger seat, Somov watched the roadway’s yellow lines parade along, moving in the other direction.

“Dad, what are we doing?” Somov inquired

“I know the last couple months have been cold with your Mother leaving us, going to the unknown side,” the Father calmly spoke, “well winter has come to a conclusion and.”

Suddenly, the conversation abruptly ended, as the wheels screeched forcing the Ford-built tough machine to turn on its side. Due to both wearing properly working seat belts Somov and his Father stayed conscious throughout the horrible accident.

“Daddy,” Somov shrieked.

“We must have hit a slick spot,” his Father diagnosed, not being able to move.

“Placed by the Giant Cold Front,” his son added.

“Yes, my son,” the Father clarified, “you go, get those wooden stilts, we picked up at the Circus World supermarket.”

“You can’t go to sleep yet,” Somov paused, “it’s not even ten o’clock and it’s too bright.”

“Use the heavenly fire ball’s energy to your advantage,” the Father slowly slipped away.

Realizing he was all alone, Somov climbed from the vehicle and collected the two aides projected to put his head in the clouds.

Dragging them to the open space, Somov quietly said a prayer, asking for assistance and magically the leg additions came together like a successful Christmas Eve assembly required kid’s project which Santa Claus left with instructions.

Immediately, Somov height enlarged and maturely dealt with the wreckage issue, “I must go forward now, into the future.”

A few minutes passed, Somov peered around the rural landscape, “where are you Giant Cold Front? Have you packed your bags headed for your vacation retreat?”

“Your Father performed an ancient solstice earlier today,” an invisible voice bellowed, “he rubbed two sticks together and,”

“And?” Somov adjusted the stilts, prepared for confrontation.

“Created such a cubicle office gossip blaze, filled the room with fantasy loving heat, I hear,” the cloud like monster explained.

“I enjoyed a nice home cook meal with him,” Somov defended thinking for a second, “and his secretary.”

“What did you do before dinner?” Continued the Giant Cold Front.

“Hit a home run,”

Seeing nightfall approach like an army wanting setting occupation Somov decided he needed to act quickly. Staring the beast directly in the eyes Somov sent a message, “we need to warm the globe now, spring is here, and summer is right behind,” he stated with gritted teeth.

“Don’t you like romantic snow ball fights?”

“Not really,” Somov answered.

As the sky turned a reddish purple Somov watch the atmospheric pressure system take control, two images emerged, glorifying the scene.

“Giant Cold Front,” the white parental puffiness formation interrupted, “did you put the icy patch on the road?”

Not having an answer, the Giant Cold Front found himself evaporating, no longer able to unleash angry sentiments.

Before moving on Somov requested a final moment, “Daddy,” he acknowledged, “besides rubbing two sticks together, what else did you do today while I was scoring during recess?”

Honestly, the Father admitted, “we all enjoyed the pot pies together? Didn’t we?”

“Oh dear,” a female interjected.

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Remember, Miss Dickerson can cook things really well,” the Mother advised, “and if she does anything with the financial books, you summon the Giant Cold Front,”

“He owes us one,” the Father noted.

“And one last thing Somov, if you want to contact us, just get a hold of those magical sticks from Circus World,” the Mother choked up, “and rise to the occasion.”

Legend states Somov not only grew up real fast that day but learned to weather any foul element conditions life throws at him,