Seeking for the Sun

Lyrical prose

My eight-year-old daughter Dione has always been a late sleeper and a late riser. But three mornings ago, she woke me up to show me pictures she had taken with my phone. They were pictures of the sunrise from our bedroom window. She had woken up while it was still dark and, urged by an earlier memory, got out of bed and waited for the sun to rise.

She has since urged me to wake her up to watch the sunrise and take more pictures of it.

The memory she wanted to relive belonged to those magical years when we lived on the beach, before we reluctantly moved back to our home city when she turned five years old. In those years, we lived mostly on the sunset side of the island, where the main beach and center of activity was. But for two weeks, before moving out permanently, we got to stay at a gorgeous beachfront villa on the other side, the sunrise side. It was a treat to sweeten, even if only for a bit, what was to become a bitter exit: we loved that island, but the permanent vacation had to end.

On our first night in the villa, Dione couldn’t sleep so I allowed her to play a game on my phone as she laid in bed between me and her dad. I fell asleep and didn’t get to cut down her playtime that lasted till the wee hours of the morning, till the light of dawn broke into the room.

It was our first time in a sunrise villa, and I didn’t know that I should’ve drawn the shades the night before if we wanted to get up on our own time, and not the sun’s. In all her five years of living on the island, it was Dione’s first time to witness the breaking of dawn, with this one breaking into our room.

She was too young then to know how to take phone photos of the thief that didn’t steal, but brought something and left it there, in the bedroom villa of her memories.

She rarely sees the sunrise because of her sleeping habit, but she’s very familiar with sunset. On the island, the focal point of the day was sunset time when everyone went out to the beach to play, drink, or dine. It was quite a sin to stay indoors when the sky was a masterful brushwork, or awash in watercolors. There were times when the sun loomed large…

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