I remember every August, when the days are brightest, whenever i’d miss my family I used to tell myself that if we’re both under the same sun we must not be so far apart.

In isolation, the sun fills my room with so much light─ attic bedrooms are always the hottest. I wake up alongside the sunrise. I see all the folx walking along Dufferin Street from my window and wonder if my loved ones are okay, once again imagining the sun filling the space between us.