Summer Solstice

The solstice begins tomorrow a little after one. I love the word solstice for its sibilance, much like the word sibilance. The soft hissing sensation on the tongue makes the summer solstice sound so nice. In truth it is usually hot, and I don't like hot weather any more. I used to, but now, I guess because I am old or getting older or whatever I should say so no one will have a reply, now I don't like hot weather at all.

Going to Stonehenge in England for the solstice would be a great trip. I could put it on my list of things to do before I turn 50 at the end of this, my 50th year. But alas, that one won't fit into my time frame; it will come after my birthday as it always does, and I cannot go to England today in time to be there for sunrise tomorrow. Just can't happen.

So I better get to the list and find things to do during my 50th year before I have to write 50 on forms or check the box for 50 and over. Shudder. No sibilance there.