Here we are at the dark end of the year, teetering on that fulcrum where we long for light. It’s a profoundly meaningful time when change is coming but not yet here. We wait and it’s black outside. Many of us get sad; my father confessed he was greatly affected by short days and long nights. According to Merriam-Webster, solstice means “when the sun stands still.” The magnificent stone circle at Stonehenge bookends the solstices in stone: Summer Solstice frames the rising sun, Winter Solstice frames the setting sun.
Thanks for your response, Joy! Yes, I did find it funny that the fiction version appeared to be more truthful in many respects than the story. It was closer to the time. The memory about my mom was like a gift, though. Quite unexpected.
Thanks for your response, Joy! Yes, I did find it funny that the fiction version appeared to be more truthful in many respects than the story. It was closer to the time. The memory about my mom was like a gift, though. Quite unexpected.
An evocative story. And I liked your reference to your novel and how you’d used the real version in your fiction. Happy Solstice!