Reflections on a Solstice

Sunday was the summer solstice which, in the northern hemisphere, is the day with the longest duration of the day. Many traditions of witchcraft celebrate solstices and equinoxes as a way of keeping in tune with the seasons, but where I live we don't really have the four "classical" season. The solstice is the longest day, which means that after that the night start encroaching again, but you would be hard pressed to notice it here. We have just entered the period when the sun sets but doesn't really sink far below the horizon, and the night stretches into a cerulean limbo until morning comes again. I love the cerulean limbo. Believe it or not, this picture was taken at around midnight. There is no better example of a liminal space than summer night time in subpolar regions. Everything is silent, because it's nighttime and because it's also the period in which people desert the city and go on holiday. Everything feels suspended, as if waiting for something that nobody quite knows what…