S can hear the wind blowing. She bends over her knees; her face is distorted with pain. A single knock on the door. S does not move. Silence is only broken by the wind, tossing and turning among trees’ branches and leaves…S looks up. There it is, the round face of the clock on the big white wall, with its long hand, moving slowly through digits… a minute passes. Another knock on the door, loud and brisk! S closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and holds her breath, as if she wants to cling to all the oxygen she can get, and still no movement, nothing…The key clicks in the lock and the door opens, Wind rushes into the room, R’s ambiguous look passes S quickly. S is looking at the clock, the round face and the abrupt breaks in time; just before the door closes a sweep of wind brings a single leaf into the room. The door is closed now; the leaf is there, lying still on the ground, in a point between S and R. S stares at the leaf, R stares at the leaf.
While his look is still locked on the lifeless pattern of the leaf, R says:” It’s cold and crazy outside.”
S closes her eyes, with a fine tremble in her voice, she says:” I know.”