I open the screen door at first, but it’s not enough. I find myself coming back, again and again. Eventually, I stretch out across the open sliding door onto the balcony that extends from our bedroom.
Half in, half out. Sun on my toes; face in the shade. It is still not enough. I take off just enough clothing to get maximum-and-still-decent exposure. Ames knocks politely and then, oh my, when I call him in.
It’s just underwear and besides, nobody can see us up here. I had to get in the sun today.
He nods his head solemnly in understanding as he asks where we will go today...
Somewhere in the sun, I reply.
– written on a Sunday in May; today’s sunny Sunday works, too.
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