Hello Solstice.
I greet you with bittersweet joy. You are glorious. Incomparable. I know if I chose I could walk out, at this absurd midnight hour and read a book in your glory.
And yet. You herald the inexorable decline into the cold dark. The endless night and numbing cold. Ice laden wind shields. Heavy boots and gloves and feeble attempts to protect my tender skin from winters wicked bite.
So yes, I greet you in joy and wonder. And feel the conflict as I know days begin shrinking slowly, ever so slightly shorter with each rotation. The fractions of a second suddenly galloping into minutes.
And we begin the long wait for your December cousin.
Hello Solstice.