slow-walking, sitting, talking.
Find shade 'til the sun goes down;
its course through the sky
makes mobile the sitting shadow.
Heat of the day makes you want to die
(and the house is even hotter--
you can't step foot inside).
But when the stars come out,
and all through morning
the world is so tame...
Sun strikes without warning,
but night is slowly ushered in by it's beautiful exit.
The colors of its setting ask forgiveness.
And then everything is right again
around a fire, laughing, singing...
until dawn threatens day.
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