“So, whilst the others were careening, a number of us were inland by a spring.
The sun climbs up over the top of the trees in just a way that it shines off the pool lighting up all around us. In that moment, a bird lands on the water massive, snow-white beast, big as a boar. To this day, I've never seen anything like it. Between the sun and the size of it, it just felt meaningful. The answer to a question I did not yet know how to ask. I told him that there were men in the east who would have seen in that bird the darkest of all omens, bringer of death. But then, there are other men near Clifton my my mother's home who would've called it a sign of great fortune, an indication from the heavens that someone up there favored our endeavor together.”