High Summer

A mark of high summer—fireflies. I saw some thing evening, along with a perfectly pleasant sunset late in the evening. Lilly says she’s seen some already, but I missed them until today.

The last day of June: half a year gone. It should be a holiday, along with Juneteenth (the 19th), the Solstice, and July 4. We could string them all together for something like the week between Christmas and New Year’s: a national slowdown, but in summer instead of winter. I can dream, can’t I?

I can also take a few days off from posting. I’ll pick it up again around July 5.