I Was Planning On Starting

That Evening, Rowing On The Quiet River As Sunset Turned To Dusk, I Saw An Occasional Smoky Smudge On The Towpath, Always Slightly Ahead Of Me, Like A Dark Star Guiding Me Home.

Memories Were Short And History Unkind. It Was The Way Of The World.

Wordlessly I Looked Back At Him, Astonished That A Kiss On The Palm Could Be So Intimate.

It Begins With Absence And Desire. It Begins With Blood And Fear. It Begins With A Discovery Of Witches.

Occasio Praeceps, Experimentum Periculosum, Iudicium Difficile."..' Opportunity Is Fleeting, Experiment Dangerous, And Judgement Difficult.