Fires had been lit in some of the dolmens, and woodsmoke mingled with the night air; a thin piping could be heard, curling through the pines’ hushing.
This entire scene echoes pagan revelry. Red wine has always been synonymous with blood while the tables loaded with food suggest the vast cornucopia of fruits and meat that are usually depicted in bacchanalian revelry. The night time with a full moon shining on storm clouds in the horizon seems to echo the roiling mist of human emotion and desire that lie underneath our calm facades.
