Visitors to the islands (not here, much further south and west) are often surprised to hear that there is a word, monokini. A man would wear one, or a woman on a topless beach.
Or bottomless, one supposes.
The single note with which the Goldberg Variations begin.
Alone.
Some time ago you looked down from your room upon this space as if inscribing a new way of talking back and forth with the name of the river.