I would like nothing better than to sit and read and write all this day, the first of summer, the year’s longest, full with sweet charms of light and softness deep into the night.
But such is the inexorable course of day and night that I have other callings. Things to tend await my attention.
Long day, short night, sun and moon:
Off I go, reminded of the Ashvaghosha sutra: « Like as the birds that gather in the trees of afternoon then at nightfall vanish all away, so are the separations of the world. »