It was 5AM (or so I was told). "Can I watch something?" I stumbled out and damn near collapsed on the slumber party mattress. "Today is the longest day!"
Already, this early, I think you're right.
Make bacon as fast as possible, essentially ignored as I leave home. Off to show up when others don't. Wait, wait...eh, fuck it. Gotta go to the mill.
Meetings cancelled, time for reflection. This will be a full day in terms of sun...let's try to keep it otherwise.
Deals discussed. A few laughs, nod in agreement. Off to get sun. And to think, on this very spot yesterday, I ate what was reported to be dinosaur meat. (Not as gamey as I anticipated, but not that tender, either) After more wood was chopped, I returned to view the horizon. The sun was unrelenting, though an ocean breeze kept it cool.
In-between bites of a Cuban sandwich I reminded all that there was much left to do with all this sun. So we headed home and pet dogs for a while.
Goof and more goof, then a fleeting look outside brought an already-set sun. Check it out...let's hang on. To what, specifically? The feeling.
It was dusk...I laid down and she sang me a tune. The sun doesn't stay long in southern states, it's true. We boogie on after dark.
