The summer solstice arrives. The longest day. The shortest night. For one moment, light reaches its maximum and the year pivots toward its other half. This is worth noticing, worth marking, worth celebrating.
Cultures throughout history have honored this day. Not because the sun needs our attention, but because we need the reminder. Time passes. Seasons turn. What peaks must eventually decline. This awareness makes the light more precious.
Take a moment today to step outside. Feel the strength of the June sun. Notice how late the evening light lingers. This is the year’s brightest day. Tomorrow begins the slow return toward balance, then toward darkness, then toward next year’s renewal.
How will you mark this turning of the year?