Today, June 21, might be the best non-holiday-related day of the year.
It’s the summer solstice, the longest daylight of the year.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if every day were June 21? If so:
Tee ball games could last longer than one inning.
Happy hour always would be outside, on the veranda at a restaurant. Or on the porch at home.
We’d never again pay to heat our homes.
You could play nine – maybe 18 – holes every day after work.
Catching lightning bugs would be a professional league.
You can mow the lawn on a weekday evening, thus making every weekend chore-free and stress-free. You know – what a weekend should be.
Sun-splashed 8 p.m. country drives would always be an option.
So would nightly runs to the ice cream stand. Soft vanilla, please.
You could play hoops on the playground until 9 and, under the moonlight, ’til midnight.
Cousin Joey’s deck would be open for grilling, drinking and cards every night of the year.
But mostly, if it were always June 21, every day would be for taking tranquil evening strolls through the neighborhood, holding the hand of a loved one and listening to the melodies of the birds, the gentle breeze in the trees and the midsummer, excited chatter of children at play.
Seize the daylight.