““Justin wandered over to the big fir between the coach house and his studio, and began freeing the new growth from their rust colored casings. “Why do you do that?” I walked around kitten’s nose, and came up behind him. “So they have a few more days in the sun.” “Is that why you keep trying to save me? So I have a few more days in the sun?” He shook his head and glanced back at me. “No. You still don’t understand do you? You are my sun.””
