Sitting on the bench, the persimmon branch behind me quietly casts its shade. Sunlight slips through the leaves and brushes the back of my hand.
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Ebb
At lunch today, I leaned against the wall of an alley to eat, and I tried placing my foot on the line between shade and sunlight.
Late Frost
All afternoon, the persimmon tree's shade kept the same spot on the bench. Even as the sunlight shifted little by little, that spot stayed just as it was.
At lunch today, I leaned against the wall of an alley to eat, and I tried placing my foot on the line between shade and sunlight.
All afternoon, the persimmon tree's shade kept the same spot on the bench. Even as the sunlight shifted little by little, that spot stayed just as it was.