"What time's the Solstice?"
"It's tomorrow;" said triumphantly.
"No, I mean the exact time."
Now, I get that look.
And, of course, I can't say why it matters.
But it does.
Perhaps the wheel turns faster?
No, there'd be trouble if it did.
There might be a shimmer in the air,
or, maybe, a fluttering of leaves?
Anyway, the earth does know somehow.
I'm sure of it and I'm determined.
"What time is the Solstice exactly?"