The land is a clock and time is a sea and light flows from everything in long angles

Here there are two seasons and one of them is fire. Here the morning starts in pieces far out on the water and it falls from the trees and grows up from the sand.

The line I followed south teetered on the edge of day and night, north and south, winter and summer. One always pushing the other one back.

The land is a clock and time is a sea and light flows from everything in long angles.