Anne and I were remembering an unpleasant event one evening. A few years ago, we were in Côte d'Azur, returning from a picnic, and there was a flash of naked bodies - a strange kinetic beauty. Their simplicity glowed. I was surprised and entranced. Anne let out a dull creaking sort of protest. In our reminiscence, we noted the line between one kind of weather and another, as shattered marble statues were offering their ill-luck.
running the whole length of the horizon...