Solstice

I was walking to a co-worker about the days getting longer a while back. I wasn't quite sure why she was talking about salsa. But no, she was talking about the solstice.

But salsa had a certain ring to it.

Dance the salsa on the solstice.

No, she said. She was thinking more about the salsa with peppers and tomatos.

Oh.

Dance the salsa on the solstice while eating salsa.

See where this is going?

Dance the salsa on the solstice while eating salsa and singing to Sue who is selling seashells by the seashore as the sand slips between your toes under the misty moonlight while melting moon pies over the fire as the ocean laps against the beach.