The sun is fading now. I live on the side of a hill on the north side of my village. To the south, west, and east of my house lie homes. And those homes are now creating shadows- shadows from the sun. The sun is a man who I haven't seen in a while. He likes to hide low on the horizon and escape beyond the hill in the afternoon. I see him late in the morning as he peers through my lace curtains. But shortly after he will be off, and not visit again for the remainer of the day. The moon is more vocal now. She's happy, bright, cheery, and oh so confident. She's a big part of my life. And I can't deny the fact that I'm fascinated with her conversation.
