1779. The days were drawing out

The days were drawing out. Summer was approaching. Spring had not fully run its course, but the sun was definitely rising earlier and earlier. Soon it would be the summer solstice.

Young Grant was about to turn twelve. His birthday was on the last day of spring. “The start of a new beginning”, his mother would say. “Grant’s birth was the start of a lovely summer.”

Grant asked his parents if he could watch the sunrise at the solstice. “Of course you can,” said his mother. “What a silly question! There’s no school tomorrow.”

The next morning, the day after his birthday, Grant watched the sunrise. The day had dawned cloudless. It was a perfect start to summer.

Grant wasn’t the only one watching it. His parents were there, as was his older brother and younger sister. It was a family affair!

After the sun rose, Grant went to bed. He was dog tired having stayed up all night. The rest of the family were fine. They had gone to bed, had a good night’s sleep, and simply got up early.

15 thoughts on “1779. The days were drawing out

  1. Nitin Lalit

    Grant is the kind of guy who’ll climb ten flights of stairs to the classroom despite there being an elevator. And he doesn’t do it for exercise.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      The good thing is, your birthday comes around every couple of years or so – at least that’s how I remember it goes. Unfortunately one can’t guarantee that the sun will always come up.

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