Marvelling at the Sun’s beauty again, I realise, my commute extended from dawn til dusk.
With a 7am departure, a peaking sliver of pink peach rose to my right. Along the journey, a tall sky inhaled it up to a full circle of orange.
My 8pm return, the same peach – once more on my right – descending and nestling into slumber.
13 hours have passed, and I’m satisfied. I have done all I could for this day.