Summer solstice and the sun rises so far to the north that I can't catch the moment it clears the mountains. Now it will begin its stately southerly progress till, come the Fall Equinox, it's smack dab in the center of our view.
In our current suspended state of semi-lockdown, one could almost believe the sun is standing still. I look at my empty calendar and feel something between unreality and relief. It's just as well that I have my days with Josie to lend a sense of purpose and structure to my life.
It would be easy to drift . . .