June 1, 2002
As the cool grayness of dusk took over the outside world she smiled and opened her curtains. She stepped out onto her balcony and braced herself against the rail as she looked out over the world. In the glow of the moon, her skin shone cool and beautifully blue, but she knew if she stepped back inside under the harsh artificial light it was fish-belly white. Skin so sensitive even the soft moonbeams made it tingle, skin to be forever protected from the cruelty of the day. There on the balcony, kissed by moonlight, she thrived, a flower without sun.