Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it.
Apparently, it was on Sunday.
It stays light until almost 10pm here in Provo. We stayed the night in St. George to break up our road trip and even though it was 9 o'clock when we rolled into town, there were still kids out riding bikes and playing in yards in the twilight. It brought back a lot of memories of childhood summers, where all us neighbor kids stayed out until it was completely dark, which I seem to remember as being close to 10 o'clock.
That feeling of having endless hours of play ahead of you even after dinner is over is so nostalgic to me. It's amazed me each night we've been here, playing outside or going for a run and thinking it's light enough to be 7.30 when it's actually 9.30. Then the kids crash and you have to put them on the expedited bedtime routine, but it's still fun.
All right, I'll come out and say it - I had forgotten that I love summertime when it's not 100+ degrees outside, and where the sun being out so late is a blessing instead of a hot nuisance. It's nice to be able to enjoy it for the first time in a long time.