The three of us. There we are. At the same place. At the same moment of our so different existences. But I can say that even though there is a photo of us, we aren't really there. We're travelling. We don't need each other now. Some of the places we see are empty. They need to be filled. Not today- someone says. Some birds take our place there. We are still further. Nothing apparently changed. Somewhere's raining.