I watch the sea through a tiny hole in a flying device, the vast darkness of it so harmless from a distance. the same sea I grew up in and where an old friend now rests forever young. a voice tells me “we are landing in the hours of darkness”…

“I sat on the old fence, that separated the tableaux of the valley from the flat landscape. The sheep were fenced in and I could just look at the world from my quite mountainside. The whole world was moving out there. I saw a small child in glimpses, I saw them…