It could be the same woman, but probably it is not. She is the same height and perhaps the same age. Her face is quite the same, but she has a different look, more relaxed. The woman in taupe had appeared formal, even with the apron on. This woman is in the open air, and her hair is blowing in the breeze. She is with a man, who might be her husband or her lover. Perhaps he is both. Both women could be the same woman, but probably they are not.There is another man on the roof. A strange man, very tall and unusually colorful, and for no apparent reason. His shoulders are sloped, and it seems he must be holding his hands behind his back, thin as that is. Maybe he has something to hide. In any case, I get the feeling that he is not as transparent as he looks. At the same time, he is looking straight at me.
I move my eye to the right, farther and farther from this man and even beyond the woman. There is a city beyond this scene on the roof. It is a lovely day, and my hair is blowing in the breeze.
