In summer the sun here rises at 4:30am and sets after 10:00pm. I love the long summer evenings and there is a special Gaelic word “feasgar” to describe them. “Gloaming” is another word that describes the extended twilight of mid-summer.
This is what Robert Louis Stevenson thought of it as a child:
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?