What fate calls you to kneel here, hard-soft, bound in sun-warmed stone? What song, softly stilled, drapes its notes about your shoulders, a light quivering caress, breeze’s kiss? Chest to chest, breaths mingling, you murmur – ‘Touch me gently Come, let silk and water replace the sun.’ ~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Riga, Latvia, copyright June, November 2012
For Latvians such as myself, the summer solstice is an important holiday. In honour of the recent solstice celebrations, I would like to share this photo I took of the traditional bonfire. (This year, however, it was more campfire-sized.) Ligo!