It was one of those early Sunday mornings; the “gigantic ball of gas” as she liked to call the sun was on its way to take charge for the day. She sat beside the window looking at the morning sky dreaming about the endless realms of nature’s marvel. This was one of those rare occurrences, like Haley’s comet that makes you wait for it for 76 years and disappears in the blink of an eye.
Her unusual calm demeanor meant only one thing; she was going to bombard me with boundless information....
