It is a warm afternoon. White boats drift lazily across the blue sea. Gentle music rises up from an apartment below.
He and his mistress relax on the balcony, as the day drifts by. The sky is an enormous blue canvas and one white cloud sails across, very much like the little boats in the sea below. Everything is possible, everything can happen in time. The cloud moves into a wispy thin existence, without blame, without hurt. There is progress but it is slow and it dazzles like the sun sprinkling rays on the waves below.