The French are chatting in the kitchen in a foreign language.

Herbs are perking for a sudden dose of sunshine.

The cool air breathes softly.

(Le Château Hypocrite ?

Non. Le chat roux, hypocrite !)

See.

why am I going on

if I am stopping.

what are these visions of days to come

I see.

What is to become of us.

And who is guiding us there.