The sun seemed to hang at noon much longer than expected. Or, more likely, I chose not to pay it any mind, hoping that it would stay midday forever.
I have seen my summers pass, from a window. Letting this self made fortress protect me from mistakes, misdeeds, and bitter anniversaries.
Wisdom tells me that those wall aren’t keeping out the Huns, the usurpers, or the conquerors.
No, they keep out the light of the saviors.
I watch each summer come and go, foolishly counting each day away, like a currency I can earn back.
The sun hangs lower today, and I now feel the urgency of twilight.
How now to fell the walls and ramparts of my own design and again, feel the warm kiss of the setting sun?
In exactly the same manner that this all began…one brick at a time.