a bend

and we´re on the way back to the train station in the furgoneta, jiggling and swerving along as Jaume talks and habla mucho about this rich Saudi who might buy the houses and how he doesn´t care where the money comes from, if its black money, or whatnot, and this or that other plan for his business and I glance for one moment or two out the right side window and see the red half slice of sun (who knew it was over there) below the line of clouds that have been covering the vinyards all day
all flat one piece, and I´m about to say "mira, que bonito" but don´t know how to interject here, in Castellano, and he goes on and I look one more time and then its as if it were never there so forget that, keep on listening and hoping I don't miss my train.