Thierry Porter

“Hubert saw her wrist and her elbow, and in that fragment of her he saw all of Rose, as the crescent moon recalls the full moon to anyone who has watched her at the height of her power. Then Rose stooped and lifted the heavy watering can with both hands and began to move slowly away towards the end wall, watering the plants as she went.
The day was almost worn out. The light was thin - fading light that left everything visible. That evening's light was helpless, the day in extremity, without strength enough left to dissemble with sun and shade, with only strength enough left to touch the world as it withdrew forever from the world. The evening light spoke, and what it said was, 'There is nothing more to be said'. There is nothing more to be said because what remains to be said must not be said. It is too late for Rose.
Hubert was silent. He had nothing to say, and in any case there was no one to hear him.”
― Maeve Brennan, The Springs of Affection