The yearly sheering

 It's a shock to see my face, always startle myself when I catch a glimpse in the mirror. When you wear a beard ten months a year the feel of wind and sun on a freshly shaved face is a singular experience.The flames claim the old and the stench of burning human protein fills the air. It's a small thing, this yearly ritual. It seems to help keep the dark places at bay. Sunshine and dirt on your face works miracles.