The Crusade
Everything was ablaze as the sunset turned the hills and the orchards red. Elisio could see this from a distance. You could say he was distant from it, but that is not for sure.
In the black of the Pacific night, the huge moon that stabbed the moaning waves with its white rays, seemed a peep-hole cut out by some strange god, in a dark-blue paravan. Jeering excitedly, the
