“I love them.” It sounds like a confession, and I realize- haltingly- that it is. Whenever I ran through the rice fields, the long-necked cranes billowing their great wings as if in greeting; whenever I climbed the cliffs, the breeze urging me onward; whenever I looked out to the sea, the sunlight on the water like laughter, I felt love. I felt loved. How could the gods abandon those who love them?”
