woke early and stayed awake to absorb the light. I watched the isle and saw it greening. The wild grass grew tenderly, and the birds returned all in a cloud, but rarely did I hunt because my powder was so meager. I stole into the rookery with Auguste’s sword and snatched eggs without shooting. I cast my line for cod and waited for tart berries to ripen. If winter was a curse, then summer was a blessing. Was I not blessed to taste this fruit
