‘At Midsummer we go from the wild joy of the resurrection to the insight of slow extinction.’
After sun: Sue Glover Frykman says the journey from Light to dark needs a little seasoning
With midsummer passed, the nights are again drawing in. In April, May and early June I savoured the spring, the enveloping warmth and nature’s colourful gifts. On Midsummer’s Eve my thoughts turned to the ramble towards the sweaty heat of summer, the fruits of autumn, and the black and white bleakness of winter. We were now at the cusp, where the light slowly becomes darker; the annual and inevitable rise and fall, to and from.
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