Shy Sun NEED EDIT

I had planned in shutting mysef in my room and crying every now and then but for some reason I dragged myself outside. The sky was shyly ominous . I knew there was a city dump fire that day and the air was groggy. My head was down for a good twenty minutes. I sat on the incline of my mother’s yard. There in the center of her yard was a large circle full of plants and flowers. It took up most of the yard. When suddenly, by some force, as if my head was on a string and the puppet maker lifted it, my eyes fixed on the sun. I stared straight at it without a wince. At first I thought, what kind of moon is that orange? My watch said it was only 6:00 and it was summer so there was only one explanation. The smog from the fire was covering its lethal rays. My eyes were preserved because of a curtain of pollution; In the distance I could still see smoke swirling up into sky. The sun plopped in the sky, unable to hide, sat there bare fucking naked. How sad it must have felt to once have thought that no human on earth would ever see it without it’s deathly shield. Here it was, unable to hide itself. Embarrassed for it, I prayed for the cloud of smoke to cover it.