...and for a second I feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and I think she's done it, she's flying, and time seems to stop with her glittering in the air like a beautiful bird. But then time resumes, and the air doesn't hold her...

“But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skie…”

“you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, to…”

“Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden…”

“Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.”