Summer Solstice
Maybe something is wrong with my stars, but the summer solstice always leaves me feeling off balance. Although there are a lot of things I don’t love about summer, I do love the lengthening days, which leave more time to sit on the back porch sipping a glass of wine, waiting for the deer (a doe and a fawn, this summer) to make their early evening appearance. Yet the solstice always seems to come just as summer gets going. It seems like the days should still be expanding. The longest day shouldn’t have come last weekend. It should be four or five weeks from now.
I’m similarly off kilter! Though funnily, the winter solstice seems to come right on time–the lengthening light the only just compensation for deepening cold. It always makes me think of that poem:
I heard a bird sing
in the dark of December.
A magical thing
and sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
in the dark of December.
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