The day had started all white and spikey with ice caps on the river. (Flo in Cool Cat)
Falling asleep against the porthole I watch the sea glow red like a dying fire. Suddenly comes a coastline that withholds a world of pure darkness, until we find tiniest lights of cars that gently bend along streetlamps. Their headlights drift into the menacing black to which our plane descends. Once called Lycia by vanished people we'll call this land Eden.