I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.