Happy Solstice

It’s the solstice today (tonight actually), and the 50th anniversary of Jaws, and the wood thrush is singing in the deep green, and the bees negotiated. I got two frames heavy with honey.

I sat on a red rock this morning and sipped hot coffee, feeling the pressure of the sunlight on my face, the force that might someday sail tiny ships across the cosmos, but for now, the thing that lights dew afire and gives hope to the gnats in the grass and me, drinking black coffee with little oil slicks on it ready for the day. Strong.

It’s a perfect day. The mountain has rolled out the red carpet to greet Summer.

Hip, hip, hooray!