8/14/2021 Racing the SunI left the bakery just after eight. Between the buildings I could see the sun, huge and orange, balanced on the horizon. I raced its setting down Holly, swerving around the Friday night drunks, down Roeder, across the railroad tracks to Squalicum Park. The western rim of sky was yellow-orange and empty. The sun had won.
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