He reckons the sun misses him too. After all, sometimes it dims it's light until even the moon can be seen in a clear blue sky. Perhaps this is the sun's way of trying to see what the other stars get to see: the gloams that roam through the long nights.

He wonders if the sun knows how much he appreciates the try, how sometimes he will cling to the shadows of some tall builiding still bathed in the dim light of waking dawn just so he can get a peek at the earth's star.

A glimpse. That is all, and then he is pulled back to the realm where daylight does not kiss the earth that is poured over by the shadow people. Where daylight does not even exist.

And he sighs, waits patient but with a heavy heart for another try, another night, another dawn.