Midsummer

It is midsummer.

It's about the middle of the growing season.

In this time the sun is no longer standing still (the word solstice is
Latin for the standing still of the sun). In this time of brilliant,
scorching light, the sun has begun its first movements into the
darkness of winter.

The longest days are becoming shorter, and the shortest nights are
becoming longer.

Elizabethans, such as William Shakespeare, discerned that in this
time, the membrane between waking consciousness and supernatural
realms becomes stretched and thin. And denizens of wonder realms,
supernatural creatures freely pass into the realm of our waking
semi-consciousness.

And this no doubt happens in this time of music festivals, Dionysus,
and the Okie Party Ghetto (see www.libbyhome.blogspot.com).