Beatrice: Twilight, The Cold
Aged Beatrice pulls the cover over her eyes and with her tepid breath warms herself.
Aged Beatrice tries to fall asleep and, with her sleep, to put a stop to her hunger.
She’s also thinking about the river, whose shores are covered with green willow branches, and on the branches there are birds and flies of many colors. Beatrice floats along the river’s current in a blue boat and delights in the morning sun. A light fog curls above the water, and her body is so light, so loved, so pampered, and every one of her movements is the flapping of a bird’s wing...
Her imagination just stops at this point, she’s incapable of more, her whole life she’s been trying to figure out: what’s next?–but she never succeeds. Whether she remains in that boat forever among the g
