Whenever the Winter or Summer Solstices come around, I feel like I should do something to mark the day; like run naked through the trees or howl at the moon. Instead, I lit a bonfire and helped the grandchildren roast marshmallows.
I guess it was a success, because they kept telling me how cool it was. What higher praise could I get? It wasn't as exciting as my former ideas but more appropriate, I guess. Sigh.....
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