Honestly, other than deciding where to sit with my coffee so that the sun doesn't hit me in the face, it's not something I have ever given much thought to before this morning. Such a tiny yet mind-blowing epiphany. I wonder if this must be what the pagans who created Stonehenge felt as they watched the sun's annual journey across the sky.
So now I have to ask myself: how likely is the neighborhood association to write me a letter if I erect a megalith marking this moment?
At the very least I should move my prisms.