Poetic, heart-breaking and life-affirming, this timeless fairy tale asks what makes us who we are. Is love possible when a storm lives within you? What does your life mean when you betray your roots? And can you ever put down roots if you always yearn for new skies?
His body was as smooth as a weathered pebble on the sea shore. He had very little complexion: he was not so much a white man as a grey one ....
He stood on the ridge between her viewpoint and the sun. His tall body was an eclipse and the light was a corona behind it. He spread his arms to strike a pose of dejected surrender.
Then, very gradually, he began to dissolve.
Like chalk washed into a blur by the rain, his outline began to distort, and almost imperceptibly he lost his form. One minute he was a man and the next a blurry grey silhouette. His skin became a coat of mist. The sun shining from behind him lit him up with its brilliance, wherein he stopped looking man-shaped and instead resembled a cloud formed by chance into the posture of a human being.