"Kev and I walked to the sunset. We went to see where the sun goes at night, in what spot it meets the earth, and where it rises in the morning." At least that's how Lucille explains it.
I've never been one to believe in such places as “where the sun meets the earth,” but Lucille seems to think the sun sets into the ground. “Where does it go then, if not in the ground?" she asked, as we looked through my magazine full of beautiful sunsets. “How could it be beneath us?” she asked with a hint of sass.
I told her it's just science; I said to her that the sun stays in one spot and the world is just orbiting it. She was not convinced.
I've never been one to believe in such places as “where the sun meets the earth,” but Lucille seems to think the sun sets into the ground. “Where does it go then, if not in the ground?" she asked, as we looked through my magazine full of beautiful sunsets. “How could it be beneath us?” she asked with a hint of sass.
I told her it's just science; I said to her that the sun stays in one spot and the world is just orbiting it. She was not convinced.