“Sometimes looking at the sky makes me sad because I don’t know if the stars are still alive. The moon was very yellow the last nights and appeared very much like in the books when I was smaller. I find it hard to believe that the sky is the same everywhere and only we turn around and around. We’re restless and the stars are not. I wanted to say goodbye, but maybe I don’t have to. There’s still sand in the corners of my suitcase and four full bottles of sunscreen. This year, the sun is only going to kiss my skin and not bite it.”

September 2007 — HOLDEN BEACH, NC