fear blew somewhere in the faraway now, this fear that had gripped my breathing when i lay in bed at night. watching the storm window. i just could not put down my telescope anymore and kept imagining my teeth breaking.

i was having violent dreams where me and the other kids would commit horrible acts and then run away in guilt. i needed to put down my telescope, so i walked down to the sea.

my boots were full of fog. lying on a rock i stuck my head in the cold water. from under the waves that kissed my shoulders, i could hear its faint bells drifting closer.

but would the summer make good for all of our sins?

xxxx