I probably mention it every year, but there’s something glorious about the light as solstice approaches. Especially on a sunny day, when the sky is saturated with pure, perfect blue.
I took these photos between 2:00 and 3:00 in the afternoon, and the sun was already so low the brim of my hat couldn’t protect my eyes from the brightness.
Not that I could complain. The warmth of the sun was gentle and kind, and the park seemed hushed.
As if the entire city had agreed to an afternoon nap.
I only saw a few other people as I made my way through the stripes of light and shadow under the trees.
And I was once again keenly aware of my desire to just breathe, to just be in the moment without thinking about the past or worrying about the future. Maybe this is one of gifts of spending time with trees: they whisper about stillness and the joy of soaking in the winter sun, about deep roots and open arms.
Maybe they even help us feel those things for ourselves, and carry those feelings home.