Look, she says, big fish the color of wind swim against the tide, towards the chilly lakes: let’s sit by the riverside, holding hands, glowing from the inside.
Look, the hot air is fragrant with rosemary, and it rushes towards the mountains, before night falls: let’s cover our eyes with rose petals and honor our friendship in silence.
Look, swallows fly in circles on the sky, preparing for the grand departure, and their wisdom is unknown to us: let’s burn incense and wash our dirty clothes in old wine, let’s open our mouths, swallow the rain, and stay alive! Look, she says, at this beautiful thing! and points at something random around us, and her smile is the saddest smile I have ever known.