This of life I know is true.
I can only ever see the sunrise from where I am. From the patio, from the bridge, from the fountain that doesn't flow. I cannot see the sunset, from here. The reflection just makes it into my field of vision.
I remember waking up on our first sunny morning in this house and seeing the sun coming in through the front windows, all of the cats sprawled in the sun napping, dust particles floating over unpacked boxes.
I've spent years looking for that morning.
08.18.13 || 8:10 pm
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