Having the sun on his shoulders, he was walking back home to give it to his child.
Every five steps he took he had to stop and put it down, look at it, shining on the rough road.
Hmm, funny to see this sun finally on the ground he would think.
The world was circling around him, every time he picks up the sun the world stopped, waiting silently,
breathing in and out the air around his feet, not saying a word, respecting every single sound that is being
created by his journey.
His child once asked, if there is also a story about a sun flower.