My favorite thing about horizons is they split the world into two, and I am not in either half.
Everywhere we walk, there is a horizon. Even in the barn door. We walked to the edge of the sea. There were bathers getting out of the water. Maybe 12 of them. This is what it sounded like. I walk through the little roads in the fields, little Renaults pass within a foot of my life without slowing down. Today’s french lesson included I’m sorry, which is désolé.