Thursday, 18 December 2014
extract from a conversation
A. Look at that red thing.
L. I don't see anything red.
A. (pointing) There.
L. There's nothing red over there.
A. (still pointing) No, over there.
L. I still don't see any red things.
A. (more emphatically, a little frustrated, again pointing) It's there.
L. (pauses) Oh, you mean the low clouds behind that building? They're reddish from the rising sun.
A. Yes. That's it. I didn't know they were clouds. (pauses) They're beautiful.