From the window of the round stone hut Rose sees the dark cliff edge silhouetted against the falling sun. She imagines standing with her toes at the very edge looking out over a yearning new world which beckons her to tumble headlong forward. A red moon rises to the south above the bay. She can see far down below where the small wooden boats lit with torches venture out on the darkening waters into the unknown of the ocean.
Here on the edge of the veldt, the rich grass plains between the cliffs and the jungles, she finds a pertinent analogy in the setting sail of the small crafts. What seas will she sail? What weather will she face? What perils and bounties await? A shore breeze flicks at her hair and she shivers; her naked skin prickles with bumps and she resists the urge to rub her hand
