sun through windows

one goes north, or south, and sometimes it becomes indistinguishable where.  you stay  now east, although 
some parts of you west.  and there remains 
places that maybe even cartographers do not know:

at the end of a shore, bare feet kissed by waves.  
at the edge of a cliff with wind on ears.  
some sky at the verge of waking up at the break of dawn.  
beside a window morning light seeping through. 
hunching over a garden now just before sunup, 
tending a patch of grass before it gets wild.