For Edward, the warmer days were proof positive that even the coldest, dirtiest sand could become a wonderfully cupping purchase of heavenly drift. Given that the conditions could end up perfect, any lonely shaft of loose parking sand could become like soft honey, like a velvet pool of earthglow, fit to sit and right to lay around in.
He had found this place early, when the sun wasn't as large in the sky. He found it early with no one around and stayed for a while. He stayed for a bit and then continued.
Eventually, at 2 o'clock, with no intention of moving, with no real plan to adapt to change, with no exceptional way of explaining his motives or lack thereof, he fell asleep in the sun peacefully.