At dawn after the Solstice, I shiver involuntarily in the heat and humidity. The sun will soon begin to dip below the horizon again on my early run. I’ve only just become used to its latest angle, know where I need to shade my eyes, how to manage the morning’s swelter. The temperature will continue to rise in the months ahead, but I will track the loss of daybreak. My daily touchstone in the world is first light. Morning has broken.
Every July 4th
Mischief in my Mother’s eyes –
“Christmas coming soon!”
qbit 
Amazing photo! The thing that really caught my attention is your use of incongruous contrasts; shiver in the heat / loss of sun with the gaining of temperatures / July 4th and Christmas. Very well done!
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Thanks so much! Was a challenge to see if I could find a way *out* of summer while still in it, if you know what I mean…
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Completely understand – we live in Florida – summer is a conundrum.
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And honest to god, every July 4th my mother would be sitting there while all the fireworks were going off, and go “Yep. Yessiree. Christmas is right around the corner!” LOL!
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I know that awareness of sunrise – and sunset.
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It was always a thing when I lived up north… less here. I truly enjoyed reading and re-reading your haibun.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome. By the way, I laughed out loud when I read your “about” blurb. Although I believe you can get an apartment-sized wife from Ikea.
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Ahaha! Thanks. I will go online and see what they have in stock.
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I love the haiku!
I look forward to winter and the return of sunrises I can wake to.
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Thank you!!
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How wonderful to have that connection to the sun’s first light every morning, to be so in tune with the seasons. Your haiku reminds me of my mother’s mantras around summer and winter solstices: “The days are getting shorter and shorter” or “The days are getting longer and longer.” 🙂
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Once we get comfortable everything changes. Time is fleeting. Lovely
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Thanks!
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Your mom has a good sense of humor ~ Early morning is my favorite time of the day ~ And its not too hot yet, a bit of an autumn chill in my part of the world ~
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Where is your part of the world, may I ask?
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Nice haiku referencing Christmas. Also nice description in the prose part about early morning runs timing the position of the sun.
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Thanks!
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Oh you would be crazy here.. daybreak is way too early to track. Around 3AM you have to run. But at Christmas you can have a looong sleepover. Love the mother in your haiku.
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Yes, that would be a bit much!
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“My daily touchstone in the world is first light.”…My kind of touchstone. And your haiku is singing 🙂
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I am a creature of the dawn; I enjoyed your journey within it. I laughed over your Mother’s comment. We often had “Christmas in July” because about then my mother would find stocking-stuffer type presents she had hidden for the previous year!
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That’s great about Christmas in July. That had to be fun.
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It was one of the highlights of my childhood summers!
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What a great way to start each day. Sounds invigorating.
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Thanks!
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I laughed out loud at the words of your mother. Such a great sense of humor. And the awareness of the days…the light left in the sky. Very nice and excellent haiku.
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Thanks so much! Yes, she was a pistol as they say. Glad you liked it.
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🙂
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