So we are experiencing the solstice (sol = sun, stice = to stand still). The longest day of the year with the shortest night. In more rural communities and in times when we weren’t so separated from the earth and our environment midsummer would be celebrated with a big festival. Easting, drinking, dancing. We don’t do those things anymore, but I always fee like I should. There is some distant subconscious memory that makes me want to celebrate these turning points. Perhaps it’s just what’s left of my primitive nature, but maybe next time I will.