It's been a long cold lonely... well, year, to be truthful; halfway through and I feel rather like I'm just waking from a nightmare to find that it all really happened, though there is some evidence to suggest that the worst is past and I can maybe-possibly safely breathe again. Still not sure I believe that on a deep level, but it's better (maybe?) than it was. So far I have enjoyed very little of this year, for reasons both micro- and macrocosmic: 1/10 would not recommend.
But it's summer now, and faire season, and even though we are now in the grip of that obviously-not-caused-by-climate-change-because-climate-change-doesn't-exist portion of the season where daily it's above 90 and the humidity is like a hot soaking wool blanket wrapped around you, at least things are bright and growing and alive. The world within and without provides its horrors, but still life finds a way. I don't know quite what to celebrate this solstice beyond that simple fact.
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