Every year it's the same thing: on June 21, the days cease to get longer and begin getting shorter. It is a completely fair half-n-half system. Nonetheless, I always feel cheated on this day, as if I've missed something, wasn't given what was due to me, or that someone somewhere is enjoying a few more hours of daylight at my expense.
Perhaps today is a good day for change. I've just gotten some news.
erf, erf, erf.