San Francisco, 5:46 pm
“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!" -The Great Gatsby
I think of that Great Gatsby quote every summer, as I await the Summer Solstice's arrival. There is something about savoring the sunniest day of the year, making sure that I am appreciating every moment of it before we slip into fall and then winter. In life, we don't always get to know when things are at their best or at their worst until the moment is past. In the Summer Soltice, we get that rare chance to know in the moment that this day is as long as it gets for the year. It's a gift.
Unusually, summer is here in San Francisco. I say unusually because these June and July months are typically filled with frigid fog. While the rest of the Bay Area is laying out in tank tops and slippers, San Francisco folks know it's time for jackets and socks. Someone once again attempts to quote Mark Twain ("The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco" - not Mark Twain), and we wait it out until our warm days come in August, September, and October—Indian Summer, as they call it.
But today we received a warm blessing on the Summer Soltice—a high of 74 degrees and broad, generous sunshine, hot enough for a tank top, skirt, and slippers.
It is a day not to miss. :-)