For thousands of years, all around the globe, wherever humans have roamed or called home they’ve watched the stars. Constellations point the way. The waning and waxing of the moon marks the passing of lunar months. And the sun’s arc across the sky corresponds to the annual cycling of the seasons, with its lowest arc on the shortest day of winter and its highest on the longest day of summer. Today is that day: summer solstice. People have marked the precise point where the sun rises on the solstice each year with spiral petroglyphs or stone henges. This is my first summer living here, so this morning I made note of our local markers—from the front walk, we can see the solstice sun rise directly between a telephone pole and a V-shaped tree.