"A shiver he could not restrain travelled his body.
He had foreseen a thousand possible returns. He had had a thousand unlikely conversations with himself, that he might yet have with his people. He had envisioned a thousand ways to present himself in order to lessen the shock of his return…
But at no time had he ever thought that, between procrastination and hesitations, from detour to returns, he would come back home precisely on this blessed day.
Lanterns were flying, floating, indolent and graceful, carried away by the breeze as he had let himself be swept away by the vagaries of life.
And suddenly, he knew that he had made the right choice and that his return, his departure, his life, would be accepted by his own."