Enchantment (after R. M. Rilke)

Southern France, a late afternoon. A village perched over the immensity of the sea. The only one Café has a terrace. Sun is slowly declining, light is softer now. She is concentrated in her reading, he is looking at her, and beyond. Maybe they don’t know each other, maybe they are a couple. People inside, sipping beer and Pernod. A slight wind, the air still warm. Time is suspended. Love is a sacred vow, is forever. This painting is a promise. An oath.