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Solstice
By Joy Leftow
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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edited: Sunday, August 20, 2006
Posted: Friday, August 26, 2005
summer solstice and reminiscences about nature
It's summer solstice, the longest day of year, I want the light to last but it's fading. Shadow is everywhere. The sun is sinking into the horizon behind the trees, and I can't see anymore what I came to see. There are thick bushes laden with berries. Plump black ones, tender to the touch. Bruised, they bleed a dark bluish juice on my fingers. I move to the next bush and reach for sweet red berries, not quite ripe but leaving the promise of sugar to come. The ground is moist and gives way beneath my feet. The smell of rotting earth and leaves teases my nostrils. Exciting me. Reminding me of days spent in the woods when the sun burned down and the stillness was suddenly disturbed by thundering clouds and lightening. Then later, long after the rain stopped, the pungent seductive smell of earth lingered.
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