at solstice
hay truck rumbles past
scent of summer
I love grand seasonal events such as the solstice. And yes, especially, the winter solstice, though our winters are growing noticeably shorter. And I really fear what that means.
But though I love winter, I hate the early darkness. So when solstice arrives, it reminds me that the days will very soon be growing longer even if for a week or so they hover around the same length.
Astronomical events --solstices, equinoxes--connect us to people through all the millenias, people much like ourselves hurrying to complete their daytime activities before darkness strikes.
And though I saw this hay truck yesterday rather than today, I liked how it fit into the solstice theme even though hay in December seems thoroughly out of season. As I drove down Morningside to turn onto Third a big old truck rattled past filled with hay. And though the day was grey and rainy, those yellow piles of hay radiated a blond cheerful light, and reminded me of summer and summer's earthy smells.
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