In roughly three hours, the pendulum starts swinging into the light again. Our Solstice day was marked by the first sighting of the Hermit Thrush that calls our yard home during the cold months. Last winter, I struggled to identify it as it lurked in the foliage. This year, with a few seasons of obsessive birdwatching under my belt, identification is rarely a problem.
Writing though, apparently is. I've more or less abandoned this site over the past year, preferring instead to spend my free time reading, listening to music, and taking pictures of birds.
Consider this yet another attempt to resurrect this site. It helps that I have the next two weeks off.
Happy Solstice, hypothetical reader. Let's swing into the light yet again.
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