I am me

40 minutes a day, the sun’s altitude lends itself to the trees and the stone, and carves deeper shadows, and mixes richer colors. 20 minutes at dawn and 20 at dusk, the sun does this. And at that time, there is this mystical union with something that, by all accounts, should not exist. 40 minutes out of 1440. Somehow, your presence and existence in my life extends that 40 minutes into the 1400.