The sun undresses her. Piece by piece, her clothes falls from her body, assembling in a nest she builds for herself. Here she lies, well hidden, no reason to fear spying eyes. Not a soul in sight, she has this cauldron to herself, not counting the pair of rock pipits dwelling somewhere under the hill.  

She extends her beautiful limbs, spreading her body out on the rocky bed. Lying on her back, wide-open and inviting, a ready offer for the sun. She spreads her legs farther apart to let the sunbeams caress her sex. Their continuing caress causes her to thrust upwards. And then the sun rises in her. She lies with the sun.