This Northern Sky
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‘Horrible,’ I say. ‘Yes, but not all the time. There have been amazing things happening. I’ve met all these lovely people. I’ve fallen in love with the island. We’re going to come back to this house next summer, Mum and me. You and Hannah should come too.’
‘Do you think they’ll get back together again?’ Bonnie asks. ‘Won’t Dad realise he’s made a terrible mistake?’
‘I don’t know,’ I say. ‘I don’t understand any of it. I guess it’s too complicated. And they don’t tell us what’s really going on.’
I tell her about the wild geese poem that Dad recited to me, our first day on the island. ‘I think he was telling me how lonely he felt,’ I say. ‘But I still don’t understand why.’
Bonnie’s quiet for ages. The candles flicker, but they stay alight. The sky over the sea has turned an extraordinary colour: dark turquoise fading into green, and as the sun goes down it throws its path of gold across the water. The light changes all the time. The sun sinks behind the islands and the blue-green of the sky deepens and darkens to navy and blue-black. We see the first stars appear.
‘And are you really all right?’ Bonnie asks.
I nod.
‘That boy’s nice. Finn.’
I smile.
‘He watches you,’ Bonnie says. ‘He likes you, I can tell.’
‘Oh, Bonnie!’ I say. ‘Not you too. We’re friends. There’s someone else he likes more.’
Bonnie makes a funny hmmm sound, as if she isn’t convinced. ‘Well,’ she says. ‘It’s the best way to start, as friends, in any case. It’s much more likely to work out, if you know each other really well first.’
Hannah opens the French doors. ‘Come back in and be sociable, you two,’ she calls. ‘Food’s ready.’
Bonnie goes to join her.
I walk round the outside of the house and in through the front door to pick up Dad’s camera from the coat hook. I go back out through the gate, over the grass, across the road and down on to the beach.
The tide’s going down. I perch the camera on a rock to keep it steady, and I take a whole sequence of photographs of the starlit sky. The bright planet. The rising moon.
I imagine sending the pictures to Sam: this is what it was like.
I turn my back to the sea to look up at the white square of the house, the windows all lit up, the shadows of people as they move round the rooms, and the light from the candles flickering in the garden. How warm and inviting it looks: our house full of friends, family, conversation. It’s exactly how a house should be.
The sound of voices drifts over, carried on the wind, and mixes with the rasp of waves rolling shingle and the cry of seabirds flying low across the water to their roost on the black rocks.
Here we all are, on this small blue planet as it slowly turns, spinning through space, infinitely precious.
Also by Julia Green
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Breathing Underwater
Drawing with Light
Blue Moon
Baby Blue
Hunter’s Heart
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