now we don't have to stay up late to get into the dark. once i used to get melancholy when the darkness grew, but there's light in the dark, and it's warm inside our hearts, there's room. soon we'll be meeting the solstice, and we'll go to the oak wood by the bog and the path through the dunes, and it will be the darkest day, and the light will begin slowly to grow again, and it'll be my birthday.