smith4dh
The sun patrols the earth. Each day. Every night. Round and round. Lighting the sky. Lighting our faces. Patrolling our dark corners. Pouring light into dark alley ways. Into dark hearts. Patrolling the farms. Growing our food. The sun sees everything. Touches everything. Hears everything. Because the sun patrols the earth.
The strecher remained in the ambulance. I insisted on carrying my father's dead body myself. I regretted wearing my favorite white tee-shirt...but at least I have some red to color my wardrobe.