We’d walked down the hillside to the lake as soon as we stopped the car. The air was clear and cool, the sky unusually high and it felt as if you could see a thousand miles from this place, as if you could see the entire length of the country that we’d just travelled. Of course you couldn’t. It was just something in the way that the sun shone, stretching as if to reach everything in that valley in a last kiss before the very short night. Every tree was coated in gold, the church and the lake and the grass and your hair too. I craved those colors that made everything look so beautiful, and I was thirsty, as in I wanted to drink up and consume the moment. Instead, I settled for a sip of wine. It was cool.