Twelve
The sun
Clear and liquid
Bright and blinding
Happy, but not wearing sunglasses
He doesn't judge
He only sits and stares
At me
Through the window.
He is silent and massive
A gentle giant
Familiar yet unknown
Watching us, but none of us noticing.
But now I see him.
Six hours a day.
I have nothing better to do
But I enjoy it nonetheless.
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