June 14, 2009
The place is a secluded paradise, just five minutes up a steep path from the busy road, but completely cut off from reality – there is a forest, a wide meadow, and the mountains towering over us, deep blue in the evening light. A table is laid out outside, in front of the house green with vine. When it gets dark I leave the pool of candlelight for the meadow, and for the first time in my life I see lightning bugs, they pass me like cars in the night, lights flashing. I run after them, hands outstretched, like a child.