(Sorry About Dresden)
(Interlude I)(Waxwings)

The girl dreams she is living life backwards; this is how she discovers the exquisite lightness of being undone. As her days rewind into themselves, the noon sun arcing up across the sky only to fall like Icarus past the eastern horizon, rough sidewalks lovingly mend her scraped knees as her muffled sobs are reversed into the sound of laughter. Years are spent forgetting instead of remembering and her smile grows a little wider with each passing moment, cheeks flushing pink when her body is swallowed alive by an infective rush of color that had once been grayed by more than age. Despite losing height each day, she finds everything else she has ever lost.