Funnily enough, my initial fascinations with the island were at night, however. At a young age I was captivated by these multicolored lights that lined the brick walkways to each cottage. Shrouded by brush, they illuminated the path with red, blue, yellow and green. One of my oldest memories is walking this path with someone in my family, although I don’t remember who. The haziness of this particular memory is unsettling to an extent, as I’m sure that at one point I knew that it was my brother. Or was it my father?