Forty, fifty years, and I still remember the sunset, the color of the sea.
I want to tell you a story.
Part of it is mine, and part is only mine to tell.
Don't ask why it happened this way.
Don't ask how I know.
You might as well ask why a baby smiles—how the right woman brings meaning with her, like a shawl.
It's magic, that's all.
Like the color of the sea.