Up before dawn at the park in Pecos. Standing outside, waiting for the sun
to break the horizon, visiting with the neighbor. She was raised somewhere
else, and had never seen the sunrise before. Not like this, glowing softly,
slowly turning the sky red across the full horizon of the west-texas
prairie. Her first sunrise.
She was born and raised in a city. She could watch it get light and dark,
but she could not see this. She could not see this in the city of her
birth, Tokyo, in the land of the rising sun.
