“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.”
“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath.”
Beautiful thoughts.
In my primitive mind I associate this with the Stratosphere ride, The Big Shot in Las Vegas. The moment of breathlessness at the pinnacle. Not quite as deep but cool memory none the less.
I think those are great analogies!