So, it is the summer solstice in the Western Hemisphere. The longest day of the year. I went for a walk with my wife this afternoon. It was gorgeous and blue, with clouds that looked like they belonged in an oil landscape.
I love this day. The promise of light until late in the evening. It makes me want to stay awake forever. Write. Sing. Draw. Go for a run. When I was younger, I used to call winter my favorite season of the year. Now, it's summer. I think that transition happens with age.
Saint Marty has a poem tonight that makes him think of the summer solstice.
The Sun Has Wept Rose
by: Arthur Rimbaud
The sun has wept rose in the shell of your ears,
The world has rolled white from your back,
The sea has stained rust at the crimson of your breasts,
And Man had bled black at your sovereign side.