My Dearest
Monique
The only one.
Before the first night
Something begins on the first of September.
Twenty-five nights. One sky. All of them yours.
Your sky, waitingTonight
Night 1 of 25 is waiting.
Open tonight's page Your sky so farUntil your day
days
hours
minutes
seconds
It begins on the first of September, and your day is the twenty-fifth.
It is your day.