Solstice Sun

Quinn, swim, ice, December
My Solstice Son
pauses before plunging
Sacrificing warmth
In order to reveal himself
to himself.

Born on the Solstice, my middle son, like a sacrifice to the Winter Gods, plunges into the pond every December. In the back ground you can see ice on the edge of the pond.

He was so quick that I couldn’t get a picture of him actually swimming.
I’d call him a wimp but..


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