Every year on the Solstice, the sun would set due west
of our studio windows. The shaft of light from the setting sun would
shoot straight down the hallway to the other end of the studio. For some
reason, that special day would fill me with joy; I felt the promise of a
future of adventures to come.
I would watch the progression of the setting sun through the year as it marched across the horizon to that one special spot, due west, on the solstice. I loved watching that progression for 25 years or more.
I would watch the progression of the setting sun through the year as it marched across the horizon to that one special spot, due west, on the solstice. I loved watching that progression for 25 years or more.
This is one of my vanished Solstices. I miss them terribly.
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Memories of Solstice
Styrous® ~ Summer Solstice, Thursday, June 21, 2018
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