Sun In Splendor

A day so hot, the air moves in slow motion. Heat shimmer rises into the sky. There's nothing to do but seek the water as the sun blazes its way toward the ends of the earth.

It's the burning edge of summer, and the morning chill of May is just a memory, unbelievable, ridiculous even, to think I could have ever felt so cold.

Sommersonnenwende

The day of the summer solstice.

Midsummer's Eve

Tomorrow is the solstice, so I spent the evening making flower garlands. Magic lives in the edges of things, and here is the margin between light and dark.