Because I remember that I am under the sun.
For lunch a sandwich in the space around the sun is not out of the sun in the same way you get into a pelopincho not get into the sea.
Because she looks even prettier on sunny days.
Because she is not going to lunch in the square around on sunny days.
For all the idiots in the office say variations of "What a beautiful day for not being here" and I hate to agree with idiots.
For my last defense against what they say is stupid autism headphones and the music I like does not combine with sunny days.
For even pelopincho to hold me back.
Because she carries the sun on your skin and between your skin and I there is an abyss.
Because I'm just not in an office on a sunny day but I am in a course on a new program that is as above, but not quite. Because
buildings and cables and dirt trying to amputate the sky but he will not budge, no, still there, alive and dormant, like a Pied Piper, luring us to escape from the city with him. Because
actually want to escape the city and lie on the grass with her and tell her any day if it is sunny smiles but from his smile and I there is an abyss.
Because I can not hold concrete possibilities.
Because I lived a long time enjoying the other side of the window and you want to be there.
For where you look is where you want and do not look here. Look there. Because
to apologize or explain why it is and, as Neil Gaiman, either in writing or in life you have to explain or apologize because that means you did something wrong.
For sure wrote this on a sunny day, side beyond the window.
