Time

If time inside had the same rhythm as time outside, we would now be in broad daylight, with the coffin in the middle of the street. Outside it would be later: it would be nighttime. It would be a sultry September moonlit night with women sitting in the patios, chatting below the green light; and we, the three renegades, would be in the street in the broad daylight of this parched September.

Leaf Storm