She finds herself in the sun

She follows the sun

Like a cat lying in the grass

Or a flower lilting its head to the sky

Or maybe the sun follows her

With the wandering gaze of an observer

Inquiring her every whim

Like an adoring child, it chases her every step

Peers through windows

And on mornings, alights her breath

It wonders how one can walk such a life

Where warm wrinkled clouds

Never give way to night