It’s summer solstice weekend. It sneaked up on me and when I realized it was here, I couldn’t help feeling that nagging pain that, despite having achieved this summer milestone, once we’ve passed it, it only recedes in the rear-view mirror.
But any regret about the coming and going of the solstice is probably silly. The point is that it is summer, right now, and it will be for a while, and it’s better to enjoy the splendors of the season than think about the one minute shorter that Monday will be than Sunday.
These are all long, wonderful days. The few weeks surrounding the solstice see very little change in length, so really this whole season is blessed. The foliage outside is thick and ever thicker. Bats sprint through dusk skies, terrorizing mosquitoes (the enemy of my enemy is my friend?). The cottonwood cotton is still drifting through the air like sunlight afloat. And even though the evenings are cool, the air is damp enough to drink.
Purple reflection
River cuts through city
Patio chatter
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