Ode to Midsummer

 

Ode to Midsummer

 

Christmas and Easter and Halloween were stolen and renamed by the Christians who were

smart enough to know that people wouldn’t

Start accepting this new religion unless they got to keep their holidays and their ways of celebrating the nature of things like spring and harvest and the darkness of winter – equinoxes and solstices.

Clever Christians but nature pays no heed, it doesn’t

need to

heed the human folly of pretending that nature is run by gods, or so they say.

Anyway, for reasons unknown to me the Christians didn’t claim Midsummer as their own and that’s why I love it best. I’m

Fondest of the sun at its

highest,

the day at its longest.

I’m now sitting on my balcony, I’ve eated my pickled herring and potatoes and drunk (am drinking) my akvavit

Such a treat.

It’s 9.30 p.m. and the sky is still bright and light

Though officially night,

The night to celebrate. It will not get dark until after

Midnight and it won’t stay dark long. The sun will be back up by three where I could

see it from the other side of my flat, from my bed, where I soon will

be.

But for a few minutes more I will breathe the fresh evening air without a

Care on this beautiful Midsummer Eve because

I believe

In light.

 

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