No setting sun?

It still rained. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. History in the making. We will look back and recall this, perhaps really now, as the wettest of them all. Poor Chip and his humid Hershey's ice cream. No one's buying. Tennis camp lobbed a few in between drops. The librarian is back in town. The ducks are still in charge of the field. If you were looking out for the position of the setting sun this solstice weekend you had to give up at some point. What was the longest day was more like the longest twilight, or dawn, or overcastiness. Even Harry B. had to refer back to his sketches of the sun's position from last year to remember how it sets so nicely along a certain landmark. Sunny revelations we hope this weekend.


Photo courtesy of Brian Scott, Saltaire, summer 2008