Midsummer

– Well. So that's that. The longest day, been and gone. The evenings will start to draw in.
– It was quite pleasant, though. Last Friday, wasn't it? Bright and sunny.
– It doesn't make me feel any happier. It is still a watershed.
– Yes. Although I'm never quite sure what a watershed is. I was driving down the motorway all evening.
– Not the most exciting way to spend the summer solstice.
– I don't know. You get to see a lot of sky, driving along. And I'm not really in to wandering around Stonehenge waving a sprig of mistletoe.
– Sorry?
– I'm assuming that's the kind of thing the ancient druids would have done to celebrate the solstice. But I don't know for certain. Maybe they didn't. Maybe they went for a drive down the motorway. I don't know.
– But don't you feel the significance of the day? This pivotal moment in the course of the year – the tipping-point between summer and winter, between light and darkness.
– A watershed.
– Exactly.
– Whatever that is.
– Well, yes. It is simply a watershed. As in – does it really matter?
– I suppose not. But I would recommend driving down the motorway. You see so much. Admittedly mainly other cars. But also some glimpses of countryside over the embankment.
– It sounds thrilling.
– It was. In a low-key sort of way.