She wanted to say, "Come and see me," but she was too bound by the things to which she was returning to put it in the language of those things.

And so she said, and the new shyness brought its own sweetness: "You tell me to come to you if I need a guide.

Thank you for that.

I shall remember.

And perhaps sunshine is a thing that soaks in and can be stored up, and given out again.