Before the fireworks went off, I promised Winnie. I am only allowed to bring one person there. I wonder if it will ever happen. The view was magnifique. Falling stars lingering, and then fading out. Their ephemerality forming part of the beauty. As the display reaches its crescendo, with the whole sky awash with colour, you catch that faint sense of loneliness. Inevitable perhaps.


"She said, you don't know me, you don't wear my chains."