The sun continues it reign in the sky.
More out of habit and natural law than of any intention.
Despite it's apathy and indifference the old star still melts the night's ice, still warms the rocks and feeds the chloroplasts.
See, People get the love story wrong.
It isn't the moon and the sun, it never was. It has always been time, time and that ancient star. The moments that press on, burning, and infinite.
Carrying on the same in spite of us and our human efforts.
They were present at our birth and they will watch long after we have gone.
The sun will come around that mountain bend for the next foreseeable 5 billion years or so and time will be there to documents it's days.