Days recently started to get shorter again, but the difference is hard to perceive unless you know that we just celebrated Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year.

Sit back and enjoy your fragrant Summer Solstice!

Now, that I think of it, we never actually celebrated the longest day, the longest day being kind of annoying, so bright and hot. We celebrated the shortest night, when temperatures cooled down and sleeping was considered one of the very few pagan sins. And why go to bed if the Sun sets at Midnight and comes back up again at 4AM? For the rest of the year you can brag that you kept your lover awake for the whole night with your enticing sex tricks and don’t have to divulge the particulars that the night was only 4 hours short.

This year the fragrance of the Summer Solstice was overwhelming, even in Brooklyn. Smell of blooming linden trees and clover came through your senses and pores into your body, it pleased and teased you. It reminded you that it was good to be alive, it was good to still have those senses.

You lived through the pandemic. Summer Solstice is an invitation to breathe.