Sunday, 25 April 2010
I was wondering through the woods close to where I live. It was a clear spring day, crisp and fresh. I came to the skeleton of the abandoned cottage, and in the green lying in the moss was a baby. The baby was white like snow, and for one awful moment I thought the baby was dead, but it opened it's eyes and smiled at me. I picked up the baby and carried it with me to the beach.
It was empty and quiet at the beach, I sat with the baby for a while until I was aware that my brother was there. He smiled and told me the baby was a gift. I asked him what I should call it.