Where the Heck is Christopher?

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I breath life into this creation of mine.   Little breaths, tiny nurturing touchings as the months and years go by.  You’d never know I did such a thing, surrounded as I am by the rest of humanity just like me.  Even if you did, you’d never really see it change.  Only over time would you notice anything.

And then, after six long years of cautious care, and one night of thoughtful reflection, I set it out to the wolves.  These dogs of war that rip so many to shreds without the slightest thought or care or briefest of hesitations.  And yet, my little hope rides on their backs now, watching them shred the world.

I thought it had died this morning.

But it didn’t.

I don’t really remember last night.  I remember my eyes burning with sleep, as I changed shirts.  I remember the people forming lines outside on the rough concrete.  I remember some of the faces, old faces, young faces, familiar faces, happy faces.  I remember the flash of a camera as sweat dripped off my chin.  I remember my glasses flying away across the floor.  I remember my hair, soaked in sweat, plastered to my head.  I remember the band.

Oh I remember the band alright, and the drums, and the violin, and the piercing bombast making the blood race in my ears.

First contra dance of the season, and I must say, it was a roaring success.