sun

The morning frost glistens, and—in a clever device—the low sun glimmers through a row of unseen, leafless trees behind the artist, casting crisscrossing, rhythmic shadows on the furrows.

Nuclear fills the gaps when the sun goes down.

Even before most people in this community relied on the sun for energy, they dreaded rain.

As the sun began to sink on the horizon, the last car of the day pulled out of the car wash — a sparkling clean Tesla.

They sweat in the hot sun — often without shade — and slog along muddy rows when it rains.