the sun is a mass of incandescent gas a gigantic nuclear furnace where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees – they might be giants, “why does the sun shine?”
i sat in the sunshine during my lunch break. tuna salad on wheat crackers, with an orange for dessert, made the moment smacky-smacky good. a few pigeons crowded me; one i named “julius caesar” because he had a cowlick in the middle of his back that made him look slightly stabbed. et tu, tweete! pigeons don’t like juicylicious orange slabs, by the by, but they do like orange peels. silly me.