Sunny

She watched the sun move north. Each sunny morning the windows facing east told her the season, with the beams of light entering her kitchen from new directions. When June 21 approached she went outside with a can of spray paint and marked a line from the tree hiding the sun up to her window. A sun arrow. Now she had to wait for fall to finish her painted sun map.

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “sunny.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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