Today marks a shift, subtle but unmistakable—the summer solstice, the longest day of the year in Germany. There is something nearly imperceptible that begins to change with this day. We are at the apex of light, the furthest reach before the slow retreat back into longer nights. It’s a strange comfort, this knowledge that time keeps moving, and that even light must ebb.
As the day stretched luxuriously into the evening, the sun lingered over the horizon, turning the fields gold. There’s a stillness that comes with such moments, as if everything is aware of its part in the turning wheel of the year. The barn, in the image I imagined, standing solitary in the field, catches the last of the golden rays, grounded and patient. Time circles around it as it always has.
This solstice is more than a marker of time—it is a quiet invitation to notice. To witness how light plays on a young woman’s face and on grass, how a shadow stretches, how warmth rests on the skin longer than it did yesterday. It’s a reminder that we live in rhythm, even when we forget. This long day comes, it holds us in light, and it too, passes.
One response to “The Turning Point~”
Turning point indeed. I still remember when my daughters were that age… Enjoy the time…