Deb Berkman

“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.”
― Tara Spears, Trey Grey; Out of the Dark