Take me back… take me back to that place where dampness and expectation lingered in the air. Where shards of light slipped through the branches, and filled your eyes with deep pools of promise. My head was cradled by a soft pillow of moss as I felt your breath quicken against my skin… Now, in the half light, the lake is glassily still. I wait, as days and decades turn to dust. I wait, among a million aching sighs, and a thousand unwanted memories, which seduce and suppress, seduce and suppress… I’m waiting. I wait. Dwi yma i dy garu di.