I’m always so pleasantly shocked that the world keeps turning. You’d think I’d be used it by now, but I still wake up in the middle of the night afraid that the sun is never coming back and stay up all night waiting for it. Every morning when the sun comes up and every summer when it gets warm I’m totally dumbfounded.
I celebrated by eating violets and falling backwards into the moss. Do you fall backwards into the moss? It’s ever so fun. Stand still and straight, don’t bend your knees, and fall backwards into soft, deep moss.
Tomorrow I’ll celebrate more.
How did you celebrate? Or, if you didn’t celebrate Solstice, how do you celebrate life? (If you’re reading, answer!)