"A bird called in the darkness, a weak plaintive call.

A moth fluttered near the lamp and a bat flitted near her head making her jump with fright. Here on the terrace, within the cloak of darkness, she felt a great yearning, felt herself reaching out over the sea. If only she could transform herself into a moth or a bat and travel across the waves to her loved one.

She sighed, and turned, and entered her house"