Entry 30. After winter

And in the time of spring came the children, running through the streets as if possessed by warm swirling demons of light.

You would think after all we’d be through, they would sing an anthem of some sort – “We are the future, we are your tomorrow. Love your sons and daughters and protect us.”

But no, they just wanted to play, running and jumping and tussling as children have always done when the warmth returns to the world. They were barely aware – if they were aware at all – of the sea change that had occurred among the grownups.

They were the wisest of us all. I wanted to run and jump and tussle myself. Perhaps after the wound heals, I said. And I did, too.

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