He found it curious how she always sat facing the sun. When it set she would stay in the very same spot, waiting for it to rise again so that she could watch its trip across the sky. He would occasionally watch her from the shadows. Finally, after curiosity had eaten its way through his brain, he walked up to her from the dark and asked: “Why do you always sit and stare at the sun?”
“Because it’s warm.” She answered simply as she turned towards him with a smile.
“But doesn’t it get bright?”
“Doesn’t it bother you to be blind?”
“Doesn’t it bother you to be cold and numb?” She countered.
He frowned. “But my eyes are clear.”
“But isn’t it lonely not to have company?”
“I prefer to watch the shadows.”
“So you watch everyone else’s shadow so no one can sneak up on you?”
“It sounds lonely.”
“It sounds safe.”
His frown deepened as she turned away from him and faced the sun. Then he went back to the shade.
A few days later he saw her run into the shadows. She was crying.