I stood by the ocean, staring into a silvery distance, trying to imagine what it would be like, walking on that one, huge, white cloud. What it would feel like to lie down and tuck myself up in a bed of clouds, at three in the afternoon. Meanwhile, a vortex was visible on the ink-blue surface of the water. Do fish like vortexes, I asked myself, before I started to head for home; images of fish in my mind’s eye; swimming, playing, diving; talking to me, in foreign tongues.