Beginning and End of the Day

At the beginning of the day in the morning, I stood outside. The chill of the night was receding, and the shine of the sun against my back made me warm. The branches of the trees were lit in golden yellow by the rising sun in the east. My shadow stretched completely across the yard, reaching to the street from the place where I stood watching the boy walk off to school.

At the end of the day in the afternoon, I stood outside again. It had been warm, although I couldn't go into details with a friend from the north on the phone. The branches of the trees were lit in golden yellow by the setting sun in the west. A red Cardinal sat in the still-bare branches of the Ash tree singing not the musical Cardinal song that they sing but rather the high "chit" that they also do.

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