I drive west in the morning, the sun rising behind me.<\/p>\n
In the evening, as I drive home, the sun sinks until at last I see it in my rearview mirror, bidding me farewell.<\/p>\n
I am blessed to never have the sun in my eyes, to not have to squint into its unrelenting gaze.<\/p>\n
But sometimes I feel as if I were running from the sun, turning and fleeing instead of chasing it, embracing it as I would like.<\/p>\n
I’d like, for just once, to stop my car, to stop my purposeful retreat from the sun’s glare.<\/p>\n
I’d like to step into a cornfield and dance with the sun’s warm touch on my face.<\/p>\n
I’d like to play hide-and-seek with the sun, dashing through the trees that line the river.<\/p>\n
I’d like to read a book as the sun peeks over my shoulder, reading a few sentences ahead.<\/p>\n
Romantic thoughts, perhaps, dreams of me and the sun both quitting our day’s work to merely play.<\/p>\n
But in the wistful thought of such an idyllic day, I cannot forget the quiet romance of this, our day-to-day.<\/p>\n
The sun’s soft hand upon my shoulder as I drive to and fro. His gentle kiss to my cheek when the road’s curve let’s us speak.<\/p>\n
The kind service he offers me in illumining my way. And the fiery, passionate, sometimes wistful way he waves goodbye until at last we fade from each other’s view.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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