How It Looked At First

Two figures on a short high pier. One standing, imploring the other, patience diminishing. For the sitter, the faded yellow page of morning mists the distant clock tower and abbey into gigantic hunched flight threatening birds of prey, but he's too scared to climb the slippery eternity of rungs to the water to board the approaching steam boat and escape. For the stander the buildings are turned into nothing more than mountains they will return to climb when this is over, on which it will be a privilege to be among undistorted eagles, even if he has to climb alone..