Tsawwassen

Sitting on my front porch watching the sun come up.
Cup of coffee in my hand watching the morning start.
Are you watching the same sun come up thirty-four miles away?
Are you wondering if I'm thinking the exact same way thirty-four miles away?
I've been lying around. I still smell you here.
I've been reading a note that smells like the sun looks.
Isn't it funny how some things can go unchanged for so long?
Next thing you know the day begins again. So do we.
Even though it was the middle of the night I felt the sun come up.
Underneath the best blanket in the house we stayed up and talked thirty-four miles away.