Sweat and heat and sore legs... our bikes heavy beneath us like iron horses. The road was hard and dusty, and in delirious flashes we saw our shadows, lank and black, pressed like prisoners between the rocks.
And then a sudden overcrossing-- the vision cleared, the road opened down into lush grass, and in a hug of wind the mild afternoon streamed over us. Still catching our breath, we looked in the distance, at the glistening sea with its channels running inland, like the inviting hand of Eternity. And as I sat down on a rock, you threw back your hair, suddenly towering over me. your face turned to me, in the last light of our childhood.