Jaunty June

I will hate myself for doing this, but I feel that I have to do it anyway - return to my old topic of the passing of time and the horrible nature of how seasons speed up. Someone at work today mentioned the fact that it's the Summer Solstice and it actually made me feel sick and brought me to the verge of a panic attack. It feels like two days ago I was delighted to be changing the clocks, how have we already reached the point where the amount of daylight we get will be shrinking again??? I really can't get my head around it, and it feels so unfair. I always get this lovely burst of energy in late-March and I look forward to six months of uninterrupted daylight and warmth. I know we very rarely get that here in the UK, but it's nice to dream about it and forlornly expect it, and my mood always flies as the Spring months advance. And, Covid notwithstanding, that has happened in 2025, at least as much as in any previous year. And yet now we're suddenly at a point where we're heading into the last month of June, and we're heading onto the downward slope towards Winter. And it barely feels like a week since the last one ended.
But what can I do about it?
Well - I can milk the shit out of every second of Summer while we still have it. I can finish work tonight and then go for a swim in the sea, which is beautifully warm now after a couple of very hot weeks. I can go home and enjoy a walk in the countryside with my wonderful family. I can make sure that I take advantage of every decent day and every nice night and every exquisite evening and then I can get to the onset of Autumn - which is still MONTHS away, by the way - with a treasure trove of memories locked in my head that I can revisit during the dire days of darkness.

RC 20-6-25