each day will be slightly shorter than the one before it, each night slightly longer. Not being facetious, simply stating fact. Today is the summer solstice, the height of solar yang... but even at it's zenith, it contains the seed of its opposite.
Strange to feel so melancholy at such a joyous time, so many people celebrating, making merry, making love in the warm twilight of these shortest nights. This is the beginning of the downswing. I feel like a small child at a party, the only person not celebrating... because I'm the only person who allows themself to see the party for what it is...
It's a farewell party on a boat in the offing. By dawn we'll be ashore again waving our goodbyes, by Equinox they'll be over the horizon. |