“If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.”
“It was a dark and stormy night”
“It was a dark and stormy night...”
“It was a dark and stormy night.”
“Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.”
“It is in this darkness that I have found all light— somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.”