EXTRACT: NEAR THE SHORE OF A COASTAL LAKE THE SOUNDS OF RAIN AND THUNDER ARE HEARD.
I can’t find her.
I run along the water’s edge through the reeds, my feet sink into the wet, muddy sand. And I know I’m calling, shouting out, but I can’t hear myself. There’s only silence.
My feet are wet, but I keep searching. On the shore across the lake the godwits are back - or a new flock has arrived…?
I run towards them, sinking into the mud. The godwits will know where she is. They’ll know...
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EXTRACT: IN SPACE, STARS AND CONSTELLATIONS
That last time – when I went outside… I’m floating, suspended, in the ultimate cold of the universe. The earth is again below my feet but then, as I move it seems to disappear, then reappear above me, then disappear again. It makes no sense.
I’m staring out at eternity, then in an instant I see the blue marble, our sanctuary in this emptiness. Again and again, empty eternity, then life; eternity, then life.
And the more I look, the more I realise I can’t see it - the night sky, the familiar one I see back on Earth. It’s something else – there’s something squeezing at my mind, my understanding...