And I’m very excited about it!
Why, you may ask?
Well, let me tell you. I learned a loooooooong time ago – while reading a Geography textbook that belonged to my mother’s only sister who was in middle school (I must’ve been 5 or 6 at the time and yes, I used to read textbook for fun. I’ve always been a geek and a nerd, ok?), that the day of my birth was a special day. The longest day of the year. The Summer Solstice, they called it. Sweet, I thought. But then I was left scratching my head. What the hell do they mean with the longest day of the year? Days last exactly the same, don’t they? Every single one of them.
You see, where I was born, the sun rises at 6 am every day and sets at 6 pm every day. Give or take 10 minutes. I was dumbfounded. So I kept reading. And I saw a cool picture that looked pretty much like this one
Earth’s orbital motion
And boy, oh boy did I ever get excited! In some countries there were things called seasons! Through the year, days would grow long (or short), peak (ON MY BIRTHDAY) and then grow short (or long) again. Now, THAT’S cool.
And not only that, but it was different in different parts of the world. In fact, it was the complete opposite! it would be Summer in the northern hemisphere (brand new word for me) while Winter in the southern one. And vice versa, exactly six months later. Same for Spring and Fall.
The Summer Solstice. Then the light bulb in my head went on. I was the Summer Solstice Girl!
[mind you, I could have very well been the Winter Solstice Girl, but the book was biased toward the Northern hemisphere and I was only 5 or 6 so give me a break]
But there was more. I also learned that there were places on earth where where daylight is continuous during the spring and summer days. And that there was something called the midnight sun. Now, that’s something I have to see, I say to myself. One day, I’ll go to one of those places and enjoy the Midnight Sun on my birthday. Then I’ll truly know what the Longest Day of the Year really mean.
As a side note, that book also had pretty pictures of seasonal landscapes. That’s when I stumbled upon that proverbial picture of a Canadian Winter Wonderland. A very serene scene of a cottage, by a lake all covered in snow. It was love at first sight. There and then, at that very moment, I decided one day I WOULD live in that country.
It took me a while but I made it :)
Still haven’t made it to Norway, though. Perhaps next year!
Happy Summer Solstice :)