A poem

    The sun has set
    on a cold winter evening

    the crisp blue of a cloudless sky
    dims to a dark indigo gradient

    suspended above sky scrapers
    on the ecliptic plane

    bright, white and flickerless
    a point
    the only one visible for a brief solo performance.
Alexandre de Verteuil
Alexandre de Verteuil
Senior Solutions Architect

I teach people how to see the matrix metrics.
Monkeys and sunsets make me happy.