There is a moment in late March when the light changes. The trees are still bare, the mornings still cold, but the angle of the sun has shifted, and the shadows fall differently. This is the equinox. It is the hinge point of the year, when day and night arrive at an equilibrium that will not hold. Long before any calendar formalized this moment, communities were already responding to it. Because the body notices. Something that had contracted begins, slowly, to open. What the