We started going to Great Salt Lake for sunset on the solstice when I was in high school, I think, and it’s become a pretty solid tradition. It’s where Doc met my brother and his family for the first time; Mom even made it out there when she was in the depths of chemo.

Not getting Seasonal Affective Disorder because of my meds has really made the Summer Solstice feel less poignant and panicky (things are less panicky now in general, thank you meds) but it still feels right to stop for a second and enjoy the heat and the light and watch the sun go down.