Cloaked in darkness, my flight hid from the sun, only to be caught up in it as it landed in an Arab state where the heat steamed off the Gulf, shrouding the stratospheric towers and bleaching the wild camels staring out from the desert plain.
The first rays of light on the limestone of the palace and around the corner of Regent St complementing the pale stone, the white noise of the circuses, ablaze with life.
A strong heat burning my forehead along the cobbled canals in a dam city. Running out of paths of cycles watching the jet streams overhead crossing the channel, seemingly minutes away.
As the countryside blurred and sped away, the gates of Brandenburg stood proudly in the piercing northern sun.
Grey clouds covered the duopoly of grey stone and blue-roofed buildings in the city on the Seine. The blue glass of the cathedral glowing not greater than the glitter of the tower on nightfall.
The sun on the Limat River was strong and dense and goblins below the street in vaults danced around in the summer heat. As night fell, I watched Pink Martini sweat in a tiny club not far from the lake.
A canal city deliriously dripping in sweat followed the Lido crowd to the beach, through to the land of Emilia Romagna watching cinema under the night sky with cigarette smoke and laughter.
The Arno River was sparked ablaze by the strong evening sun, ripples of gold sent past the Duomo snuggled into the old town.
The Roman sky soared high above to cover the domes and angels and to encapsulate the earthly wonder from thousands of years past sweeping into the Bay of Naples where an isle cast its own shadows in the sun, painting grottos blue and green. Twilight turned pink and orange and light green, soft against the darkening sea.
From the hilltop in Catalonia looking over the sea, not dissimilar to the view back home, the sun rips and tears holes from clouds inland, sending beacons and streams of light on to the dusty ground below. The clear early morning sun as I step through the washed streets in the capital and on to a plane. I chase the sun all the way home.
To the emerald city nearly asleep on a quiet winter night. My two gentle sons standing cautiously at the gates. We blushed vivid red in our cheeks and hugged quietly. Finally, there are no more disparate suns to separate us. I took the boys to the beach, somewhere only we know.