Filmed just after lockdown, on the river bank where I’d gone to take my break through quarantine in Agde.
Short poem about love coming and going like a break in the clouds.
Do you enjoy the moment or do you preemt the clouds eventual return? As a guy I think it’s common to keep the guard up, not letting the passing fortunes – of both persuasions – influence your course.
Yet in the quieter moments of reflection, it’s possible to look back and revaluate, admitting to yourself (if noone else) that the light turned away only after we have turned our back on it.