This year in southern England the summer solstice is a washed out soggy affair and feels like summer hass been stolen. Gray clouds dribble and drizzle inbetween the down poursof rain. both my kids grown and out doing their own thing making me feel older than i am. Wanting out from the grease filled brick box where i work to find some sunshine and a sea view.
My family are at an inbetween stage the children grown up but not enough to be self supporting yet. the gray skies getting me down as i sulk and grave the sun of a real summer solstice.
Fetch my solistice
Goodbye long nights waiting
Suns warmth missing.