Waiting for it . . . the sun is at the southernmost end of its yearly transit of the horizon. The days will begin to lengthen and once again the promise of renewal is kept.
The light touches the distant mountains and illumines the clouds while I wait for the sun to peek over the wooded ridge. And here, at last, it is!
Something about Solstice always makes me think of the old times, when the return of the sun was cause for relief and merriment. The end of the cold and hungry times was in sight, and some of the jealously hoarded wood and food could be spared for fires and feasting to mark the occasion.As we do today.Solstice Blessings to you.
