Face to the Light. One Hand on the Railing.

Sunglasses on, chin up, one hand on the railing. The light lies on my face, the nylon lets you make out the bra beneath, the boots stand where I stand. And who kneels beside me? You, a few metres behind.

You only wanted a quick look. Now you have been kneeling here for ten minutes and do not know how to leave without my seeing it.

Here you see me looking out over the water. I see you anyway. You want to say something, ask something, but you know exactly – that would destroy the moment... perhaps it is the beginning that rearranges your whole life...