The sun

I was driving. We switched places as the sun was getting low in the sky. I'm learning to drive a standard so I was freaking out over this and that mistake at pretty close intervals. Yelling and swearing and whining how much I hate driving standard as I stalled in front of another car. The sun was getting lower and the visor no longer blocked it. I was staring into the sun, an abstract reddish yellow ball burning my eyes. We must have been heading west. I squinted at a set of traffic lights in the distance, but the sun seemed to cancel out their colour. Are they red or green? Are they red or green?

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Eva was painting the trim on our house outside. It was that time of day when the sun was getting low in the sky. I thought about that the back of the house faced west. She was outside of the kitchen, painting the trim of the triple windows above the sink. I was in the living room and saw her shadow on the opposite wall. A simplified black and white silhouette of an arm and hand drawing a brush up and down, rhythmically. I watched it for awhile, and then I went into the kitchen and looked at her through the window. The sun was flooding into the kitchen like water and the plants on the windowsill were lit up. She was concentrating and her hair was lit from behind and golden.