It was about 8 a.m. in July, the concert had finished and we
were ghosts walking back home through the Park Carol. And then something
amazing happened. We started noticing things around us: the two boys and the
girl sitting by the shore of the lake, the incredible peace surrounding them,
the silence, the light, the trees, the slow movement of the leaves. Catrinel laid
on the grass; I had never seen her before so peaceful and in such awe. It was
like she was seeing beauty for the first time. We were talking but somehow kept
it silent. As for me, I felt like I had
just been able to wake up in a dream and be conscious about it.
