When I was a little girl I used to wake up at my grandmother’s cabin and go down to the beach all by myself with a flash light and wait for sea turtles. I’d read somewhere that they could be tricked into believing a bright light was the moon. I had also read, sea turtles traveled thousands of miles and lived to be a hundred years old. In the middle of the night I wanted to be the moon, I wanted to be so blest that a creature would travel the world to plant her babies at my feet. The only problem of course, was my grandmother lived on a lake.