On Saturday, Frog, Ellie and I go for a walk by the sea.
Even though it’s a grey day and nearly winter, there's colour everywhere.
In the evening another bird flies out of the black hole:
I cry for my lost innocence, so precious to me and so unimportant to the other person.
I cry for all the pain those events have caused Frog and me, and my family.
I cry for the person I was over forty years ago, so frightened and so alone.
I hug that person in my imagination and tell her that everything will be all right.