Not an eiderdown in sight.

Sometimes the pendulum swings a little too far to the east.

A young Cypriot strides to the edge of the balcony, and she stares at the horizon. A drowsy calm envelopes her, and her mind, which had just grazed a very important thought, loses itself in the vast void.

Up on a hilltop, an even younger boy gazes down at her, contemplating the contrast between her hair and dress, too far to make out anything else.

Sometimes the pendulum swings a little too far to the west, and then even Magdalene can't save you.