We had promised never to part from each other.

I did not quite know why I went out on the terrace; perhaps it was because I had always loved to sit or stand there.
This evening I stood and leaned upon the balustrade, looking out far, far, far over the moor.

I stood and gazed and gazed.

I was thinking about the Secret and the Hillside.

I was very quiet--as quiet as the twilight's self.