Tomorrow (down here) it will be 22nd June, the winter solstice.
When I was a little kid
every solstice and equinox my father would ask me
What is today?
I would sigh and never know.
After a few a few years I began to recall the words.
If I got the answer wrong, I only had to make one more guess.
In time I began to remember which belonged to which season.
So that eventually I could get the answer right.
Dad loved it when I got it right.
I loved that he loved that.
On 21st someone (yes, you know who you are)
posted on Twitter about the 22nd being the shortest day
down here. And all the memories flooded back…
sweet memories. love you dad. miss you.