Day 229: Longest Day of the Drear

Druids and fluids

The summer solstice.  Bedraggled druids at Stonehenge are wandering around in damp robes, as somewhere, behind the clouds, the sun rises.

As the wheel of the year turns, I celebrate by putting out the recycling.  It's related.  In a thematically cyclical way.  Not as committed as schlepping down the A303 with a horn bugle and a rowan staff, but a lot easier.