Five minutes.
"Look at those people laying on the grass. Shouldn't think it was warm
enough for that.... Now they're getting up."
A group of equestrians passed along the bridle path on the opposite side
of the lagoon. They made a frieze against the delicate spring greenery.
The coats of the women were scarlet, vivid green, arresting,
stimulating.
"Riders."
"Yes."
"Good weather for riding."