Drunk with the light that flooded the sky at four-thirty in the morning, he soaked in its richness. The sky was at first a pale blue and by mid-morning it became a deeper blue, and, finally, when the sunset, the light was lingering, high above, although the harbor was dark and the boats, making their way past the airport, seemed like so many busy acquatic fireflies.
He had met Viola the night before and now he was meeting Francine and, soon, Paula. Always outdoor meetings, at outdoor cafes, with crowds passing by. It felt like the set of a Read more