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A little late on it, but felt I should recognize the day nevertheless.

Far, far north it's the day of midnight sun. In the Norse mythological tradition, it's a day that can be tied to Baldr or Sunna.

Sunna, being literally the sun, would be at her highest power this day, or at least the furthest ahead of the wolf that chases her across the firmament and will eventually eat her.

For Baldr, more of a sun god than the literal sun, this last long day would symbolize his downfall. One version of the legend has it that he died after every thing in the world had pledged not to harm him (except mistletoe, because it was deemed too harmless to be asked -- you can probably guess what killed him). Anyway, like Baldr who's fate was sealed even as he was at his strongest, the long days of summer will inevitably get shorter and shorter, until far, far north there will be a day without any sun at all.

And so continues the cycle of death and rebirth. Happy solstice faggots.

A little late on it, but felt I should recognize the day nevertheless. Far, far north it's the day of midnight sun. In the Norse mythological tradition, it's a day that can be tied to Baldr or Sunna. Sunna, being literally the sun, would be at her highest power this day, or at least the furthest ahead of the wolf that chases her across the firmament and will eventually eat her. For Baldr, more of a sun god than the literal sun, this last long day would symbolize his downfall. One version of the legend has it that he died after every thing in the world had pledged not to harm him (except mistletoe, because it was deemed too harmless to be asked -- you can probably guess what killed him). Anyway, like Baldr who's fate was sealed even as he was at his strongest, the long days of summer will inevitably get shorter and shorter, until far, far north there will be a day without any sun at all. And so continues the cycle of death and rebirth. Happy solstice faggots.

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It’s honestly a bitter sweet day. For one, you enjoy the fact that the day never seems to end. On the other, you know winter begins it’s slow creep.

For me, I never get accustomed to the change. It brings anxiety as you must always be adapting. Nature and the universe truly affect us more than we actively remember or realize.