The Solstice.

Smokin' cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo, now, don't tell me, I've nothin' to do.

Today is the longest day of the year and from my perspective it is the crickets' time to chirp. They are loud and insisting and wandering, into my house. Looking for love in all the wrong places. 

The mockingbirds do this bizarre little dance. They flap and jump and then fly off to attack the ravens. The ravens actually look a little sad. They clearly feel antagonized. (Of course, they are trying to steal eggs. They are culpable.)

The longest day of the year. Summer Solstice. Midsummer. And, a Midsummer Night's Dream. 

Maybe it is about the madness of the longest day, but maybe it is also about change. Maybe it is about who should be with who... but maybe it is about movement... moving forward. 

I don't want to preach or proselytize. 

I like watching the ravens and all the other birds battling with them. They are all the predators and are all just protecting their families.

There is a wider war waging. 

We need to just calm the fuck down.

Really. 

What, are we ravens? Are we mockingbirds? We should be smarter than all of nature, but are we?