not far away, from the seaside, a garden grows under a row of old arches. a mediterranian sun warms this world. a flock of tourists may outnumber the raucous gulls. on the horizon, distant shores cause us to strain our failing eyes. i stare through cataracts, almost able to see those islands. and then these vivid gardens under the hot sun. out in the harbour a cruise ship awaits. and looking back, eight years have ago i see the memories have faded but the pictures help me remember.