The Same Old Sun up in the Sky

On my journey home from Southend last night I looked at the sun, hanging in the sky like a huge red ball. I remembered telling my grandson Jude in America to look up at the sky whenever he was missing us, and know that we would be looking at the same sun even though we were far apart. It's a comforting thought knowing we share the same sky. 'A thousand miles can't separate, Or loosen binds that tie, And I can summon up your face In the blinking of an eye'.