I remember the few winter solstices I got to experience down there, Peter. 78 degrees at noon, 38 by midnight. It was a wild time of year. Wanted to say this, though:
"And so they work, and wander t'ward their tomb;
They never dreamed it might yet be a womb."
Loved this; the rest of the poem was excellent, too, but what a great thing to end on.
A balmy solstice day and nearly a frost overnight -- sounds like a desert climate! This year, where we were (on the edge of the desert), it was a high of 19 C (66 F) and a low of -1 C (30 F).
I remember the few winter solstices I got to experience down there, Peter. 78 degrees at noon, 38 by midnight. It was a wild time of year. Wanted to say this, though:
"And so they work, and wander t'ward their tomb;
They never dreamed it might yet be a womb."
Loved this; the rest of the poem was excellent, too, but what a great thing to end on.
A balmy solstice day and nearly a frost overnight -- sounds like a desert climate! This year, where we were (on the edge of the desert), it was a high of 19 C (66 F) and a low of -1 C (30 F).
Thanks, James! Glad it resonated.