Do you still remember that girl? The young woman gently tucking back her hair in the sunlight, her profile frozen in the play of light and shadow, beautiful forever.
I want to brew a cup of hot tea and slowly tell the story of a boy's first love, of all the fantasies of youth, of a time that belonged only beneath that glass-blue sky. She was dazzling. Maybe, like me, you were once just a Mole-sign boy, a creature curled up in the dark, unable to bear the light, destined to die after a few hours in the sun. You could never leave that corner or make your way to her. All you could do was watch her in secret, never able to walk beside her in the sunlight.
