Due to my financial restraints and busy work schedules, I have never given the solstice much time. But in recent years talking to friends who enjoy the various celebrations around both winter and summer solstices’ I have been paying a bit more interest. Their pics of sunrises over many famous locations really have caught my eye. one day I may even join them atop a hill or stone to watch the sunrise.
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.
perspective poetry 
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