The Soft Side of Summer

I always feel like a little celebration is needed at the summer solstice. And maybe this year more than ever. We are learning to appreciate the purpose of simple celebrations that originated during the hardest of times. 

We have been lucky to finally get a visit from some of the people we hold most dear. Something that has become rare and in itself cause for festivity. But somehow the parting again is harder than ever. 

On the upside, the season still feels fresh in this town that can be so hot in summer. The fields and trees are by some means holding onto a springtime hue of green. The sizzling days to come always pass too quickly for me.

It's strange to enter the height of languorous days when there have already been endless weeks of uncommon stillness. At times at least. And, by contrast, dis-ease and unrest at others. But these are our times. Our own days to shape as the moments stream by.

  

As for me, I am seeking the softer side of summer. I have never been the sunny beach type, though I love how early the sun rises in the morning, and how long it lingers 'til night. I already regret the shortening of the daylight hours again.

So I am holding close the summertime hours. Hugging them tight before they depart again. Knowing they will end as all things do. Basking in the brightest of days of the year before they meander on.

Wishing you many soft summer days to come!

Jacqueline