Today is the summer solstice. I waited six months for this day.
“Give me a clue, Ray. Why did you wait for six months for this day? I don’t get it.”
“I was speaking with my readers, not you. BTW, what is your name today?”
“Because I am the writer and you are the creation. That’s Y.”
“You’re right, but your grammar could improve.”
“I feel like we’re going in circles. I wanted to write about the summer solstice. I’m off to a good start and you enter and confound everything. Something you do very well.”
“I accept your comment as a compliment.”
“Why? It was meant to show you that you need to take a six-year vacation in another galaxy, light years away.”
“Really? You don’t get it? Let’s be civilized for a moment. What is your name if it is not B, P, or C?”
“I’m Y. So don’t ask me why? Stay with me, Ray. You’ve got some smart folks that read this blog, Only God knows why. My last statement has a double meaning if you’re quick enough to grasp it. Let’s toss the smart, nerdy ones a bonus for reading this far in the blog.”
“What do you suggest, Y.”
That’s the boy. You’re catching on. Here’s a link to the hours of the summer solstice. Most of the maps are North America, but there is a world map in the bunch.
Celebrate the summer solstice in the northern hemisphere. It’s a day of light.
Imagine if our lives were filled with light to help others who struggle along the way. Every day would be a summer solstice.