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People had worn horns and strange dresses in the bar that day, and that, if nothing else, had told Teja which day of the year it was.
Last year, and the year before that, the veil between the worlds had become thin around this time, and Teja had seen how his people had fared, and then even spoken to those dearest to him, ending that which had been left dangling open-ended between them.
Teja did not expect anything this year; had they not spoken of all that had been unspoken for such a long time?
And yet, he knew it was the time, the only time when it was possible at all.
He had lain down in his bed night after night, ready for deep words, and yet woken each morning only from dream not much different from those on any other night of the year.
( Life Goes On )
Last year, and the year before that, the veil between the worlds had become thin around this time, and Teja had seen how his people had fared, and then even spoken to those dearest to him, ending that which had been left dangling open-ended between them.
Teja did not expect anything this year; had they not spoken of all that had been unspoken for such a long time?
And yet, he knew it was the time, the only time when it was possible at all.
He had lain down in his bed night after night, ready for deep words, and yet woken each morning only from dream not much different from those on any other night of the year.
( Life Goes On )