Ocean November 26, 2014 3:11:11 PM – 3:14:19 PM

Like writing in fresh newspapers.

The lights lighted. I sat alone in the sun. They turn away from the outer mountains and return to the luminous houses, the noise and their own weird bodies. The cloud hid something from the birds. It is always this slow gaze. On a big piece of white paper. About the transformation of the landscape and the white sky and the sea’s tints of grey.