Holualoa, 28th of May photo
There comes a day, a point where the sun stops it’s yearly northern progression. I can see that point, a narrow peninsula from my lanai. It is not the sun dagger of Chaco Canyon or Machu Pichu or Stonehenge but it serves me well enough. Every day I watch the sunset move… and can announce, that is as far as it goes (north). Officially it is summer.
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape, Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a sadness too, for now each day grows shorter moving on towards autumns falling leaves and the dark of winters night. Make use of every summer day, enjoy these long warm afternoons, for this was your wish, your hope six months ago at winter solstice. For now be joyful for all that blooms or sings in leafy boughs…for that beautiful season… summer. You folks ‘down under’ take heart old ‘Sol’ is heading back your way