I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
- Kurt Vonnegut
His words reminded her of those in the wind, whispered to her on cold winter nights, calming but too late to do any good. Promises that were whispered could be as deceiving as the reflection of the full moon. She remembered clearly the moon on the lake beside her grandmother's cottage. She wasted her whole summer holiday trying to get hold of it.
