A daydream.
Her name is Carlotta.
Her fingers touch the coral structured walls of the house.
White fog softens the air,
climbing the erosion-formed cliff.
A whispering wind.
Endless rings reflect on the water.
The taste of salt.
Linear rays of sunlight.
Aqueous pearls on heated skin.
A dream as seen from a bird’s-eye view.
Reminiscence.