A Lost Civilisation

Strange, the last time I was here it rained too. Most of the hollow ostentation of the city vanishes when this weather descends upon us. The windows of this corner room remind me of that: where on sunnier days in the distance the sky merges blue with the water, today it is all diffused white rain, relentlessly colourless. One day not long ago there were great white waves – even from here the water looked like a hoary old man. Maybe it was mustaschioed Poseidon greeting us from afar. Maybe Atlantis really is nearby after all, under the Shining Waters perhaps?