Today is the summer solstice. The longest day of the year is my favorite day of the year. Christmas? maybe when I was 11. Thanksgiving? maybe when I actually ate turkey. My birthday? not since the 10th anniversary of my 29th birthday. But the longest day of the year, in its inconspicuous arrival and departure, is what I await.
I don’t know when I started to sit and watch the sky and the clock on June 21st each year- seeing at what exact moment the sky no longer has any trace of pink or yellow or orange left, the first firefly catches my eye flashing somewhere on the lawn, the lushness and greenness of spring outdone becomes shrouded in shadows, all the while listening to the faint chorus of the June crickets in the background before they really let it rip in July. The first night of summer is tinged with beginnings and the long awaited fulfillment of the promises of April and May. “If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” ( Bern Williams) I now know why there are so many June brides.