Once upon a time a baby girl was about to be born... she was due some time late August, early September. But something went horribly wrong and the birth ended up happening in June. On the Summer Solstice, to be exact.
Of course the Stork was completely unprepared -which is only understandable given that it was not supposed to happen for another two months. She was drunk. No, she was completely wasted. She misread the directions (or dropped the compass or something) and the poor baby girl ended up being delivered in a tropical country. Not bad, some would say for someone being born on the Summer Solstice. You know, Summer... tropical... kinda the same thing, temperature-wise.
Sounds like a great thing for this baby girl, right? 25 degrees Celsius all year round sounds like a dream come true for most people. Not for the Summer Solstice Girl. With a high sensitivity to sun in the form of both light and heat - translated into heat stroke and photophobia (perhaps the vestiges of prematurity or due to the fact that she was really intended to be born in a boreal country,) this little girl grew up dreaming of snow and winter. Sweaters, jackets, scarves and gloves. Snowmen, hot chocolate (well, that she still had) and sleigh rides. Winter sports. The things she used to day-dream of....
Ah, the paradox of the Summer Solstice Girl.
Instead she had to deal humidex, frizzy hair and sunburn. She was not happy.
It would be a very sad story -cruel really, were it not for the fact that finally the Summer Solstice Girl got to come to Canada! the Great White North, strong and free.
it's never too late, they say, to pursue one's dreams. Well, let's hope they were right.
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