Solstice
Curled up with a book on this long evening, actually the longest of the year, but looking ahead to when the sun hardly seems to set at all. The corner turned, the light returns—and now the view is forward more than back.
Curled up with a book on this long evening, actually the longest of the year, but looking ahead to when the sun hardly seems to set at all. The corner turned, the light returns—and now the view is forward more than back.