Tale: b

    I decided to be alone in the place where light and water meet. 

    Below me, the sea laps; and above me, the sky moistens with fog. The eucalyptus trees whisper gently behind me. I look up and see the sun radiating coolly. There is peace here, I think. 

    Then, the hour comes. 

    Invaders rush towards the sea; their talk is drowning it. From the eucalyptus line, more come through - always in pairs; always in groups.

    The peace is gone, my peace. A frosty disk above in the sky is the only remains of that past.