The planet itself saw us. I saw it see us, I think. I think it saw us while we were doing exactly what we wanted, and then it was happy. I watched my friends walk around on the sand. I would look up over the top of my book and see a woman pop up in the water. I would crane my neck to look behind me and one of them would be using an old camera to take a picture of my butt. The three of us were intensely bright in our desire for each other’s adoration and gaze, and in our appetites to be set free as a small roving herd.
