Summer Solstice

Yesterday was the longest day of the year. I don't quite know why I was particularly excited about it this year but there is something so special about the one day every single year that is longer than every other day... the sun is out for the longest that it can be (at least where I live), it will not be out that long again for an entire year. Sunlight is one of the most beautiful things to me and although it is accompanied with exhausting heat and intense rays of various kinds of the ultraviolet, I derive much pleasure from looking into the mirror at sun-kissed cheeks. Daddy and I left for the beach at 7 and we took a long stroll with some ice cream down the Laguna Beach as the sun took it's dear sweet time to say goodnight. It was pleasant. I read a poem once that reminded me of the solstice by Emily Dickinson it is called: There Came a Day at Summer's Full

There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me --
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections -- be --

The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new --

The time was scarce profaned, by speech --
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe -- of our Lord --

Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this -- time --
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.

The Hours slid fast -- as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands --
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands --

And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix --
We gave no other Bond --

Sufficient troth, that we shall rise --
Deposed -- at length, the Grave --
To that new Marriage,
Justified -- through Calvaries of Love --

This is a beautiful poem a sad one, but a good sad, a glorious sad, and resolved sad... you cannot read it just once, it isn't fair to Emily.