Any time the season changes we remember, because we can see, how things that were hidden can be revealed and how many ways we can change and be changed. Maybe it’s completely normal, for example, to have had languages that your tongue can’t speak any more, to have lost accents and memories, to move without conscious effort from one code to another.

At some point in childhood it made sense to become invisible by fitting in: even as your sister convinced her playground colleagues that we had our own lion back home; or, having been born and initially raised in Broad Hull, to have said of you, ‘she can’t do an English accent.’

I miss the dust devil audience for We Are Dey Champions. I miss the kreosote ginnel to Oldfleet. But they are there in each question that begins, ‘Are you’ or ‘Where’.

Look, it’s the same for us all.

I still drop my hs when I can.

I put them back in if it’s going to help.

Within you there is another you, and within her another invisible her, and so on, and on, forever.