21/06/2025
Up at 3:30am today. Not because I’m a goddess of light and energy, but cos I’d planned a run for sunrise today.
As we plodded through the quiet, watching the sky blush into morning, I was hit by a thought (between wheezes): the Summer Solstice is a brilliant metaphor for life.
It’s the longest day. The high point. Nature’s way of saying, "Look how far we’ve come."
But even in the height of sunshine, we know the light will start to fade again. A natural, graceful, inevitable thing to happen.
Like life. Like ageing. Like the fact I now get excited about fancy bins and nice sleep sprays.
We grow, we peak, we change. And then we do it all again. On repeat. And somehow that’s comforting.
So here’s to the Solstice:
To early mornings and wobbly knees.
To soaking up the light while it’s here.
To knowing it’s all just a season, everything moves on.
Now… where’s my bed?
