So today is the longest day. I believe it. Hot, hot, hot and sunny too. Beautiful. Well, the pessimist says from now on the day is getting shorter all the way to Christmas. Well, sure. But, so what? It’s a beautiful ride. And right now, only a fool would begin sighing and whining about decline. The Earth is reaching the greatest tilt of the North Pole toward the sun and we can feel the giddy spin as it starts its long descent. What a gaudy act to follow, perched here in the dead zone of Dunwich. Watching the stars wheeling on midsummer’s night and the lightning bugs dancing around the swamp makes me smile to think that some people think all this was the act of random chance. The 10300 required factors needed to make life, any form of life, happen in this universe along with all the other astronomical, physical and chemical precursors for life line up to give us lightning bugs.
No, I’m sorry. This world was made so that I could exult in the splendor of this yearly crest. The top of the Ferris wheel, the top of the roller coaster. What a fine time to be alive.
A fine time to be alive is truly an amazing thing.