summer fathers, summer not.

it's father's day, duders.
so call your ol' man.
they like that, i think.
at least, i know i definitely do.
what will i be doing to celebrate?
working.
duh.
that's what i do.
but enough about that,
dads don't get the big action, at all....
that's all used up on mother's day.
no brunch for us brutal bearded barbarians,
just a phone call, or worse (better?) a short text message,
with a side-order of quick catch-up before getting back to business.
*
happily,
today is also a whole other other 'nother big deal, as well.
mmmhmmm.
the summer solstice is going OFF right now.
yup.
today is the day-
the lengthiest amount of daylight of any day this year.
more brightness than darkness is scheduled to occur,
before tomorrow is as bright as yesterday, and so on, in descending order.
it actually gets darker from here on out.
the last sunset of spring was a good one, though.
teleport:

yeah!
this forest realm has got top marks for natural beauty, for sure.
what?
ha.
summer?
c'mon.
you've got to know better.
it was in the thirties yesterday morning!
...that's real.
so,
you don't even need worry about what sort of hottness is happening
here in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
nestled in a leafy embrace, on the rocky lap, of the woodsly goodness.
....because it's not.
as a matter of fact, and as a true story about the weather, reporting live and direct-
it's darker than dark;
and the clouds are crazy thick above us;
the firmament is concrete colored;
and everything below is shrouded in fog and shadows.
is it raining?
is it raining?
yeah.
it's raining.
it's actually pouring.
deluging.
flooding.
monsooning.
drowning out the magic magnetic of a skewed spin of the earth.
we may be pointed at the sun,
but we're losing points for overeagerness.
we're reppin' 24 hours of darkness,
instead of more than twelve of sun.
nice.
it's going to be as dreary as ever it was,
and the soul of the solstice will seep and weep it's essence down on us
in drips and drabs all damned day.
that's correct.
if there's any lengthy bright spots,
they are mandatorily obscured by real life.
believe it, neighbors,
because nature wins and warrior poets will endure it, ,
in spite of the perpetual losses,
we'll strive against the insurmountable,
until time takes us out of the struggle.
soaking in the sore-losery sauce of really-real life until it's over?
uh-huh.
boom.
happy summer, indeed.
hahaha.
yup.
that's the style i rep.
and that's the way way it stays.
father's day without my daughters around,
summer's intro without the sun out,
it's all really happening,
and there's plenty more where this came from;
never quiet, never soft.....