A horizon is nothing but a line. Your line, not my line. Geometrically similar but never identical. A line that defines night from day. Dawn from dusk. Yesterday from today. But it’s always your line, never mine.

Only a cynic would deny you your line in the sky, the removal of which is the greatest punishment for even the most heinous of crimes.

A line in the sky is nothing but that unless shared with someone you love. For a horizon viewed alone is just a line just another line in a distant sky …

Isola Superiore
May 2019