The sun hits different across the world. The change can be seen even a few miles away.

Our bed was under the window, no box spring. At 7 everynight, the sun by the lake shined on us.

A setting sun can bring anxiety, but watching the sunset through your eyes it couldn’t catch me.

We laid there all summer. In the winter, our lives returned and the sun no longer hit that spot right below the window. I haven’t seen you since and I don’t want to, but the 7 o clock sun still looks for us.