Their lives, to their regret, rolled across the surface of a line, breaking and falling on dark waves under low clouds before giving away to something new and more terrible; and since it could not last forever, that time, afterward they felt as if it had all been spent in waiting. I was in their circle but apart from them, at a distance inscribed, as it were, by a greater power’s hand, thinking of you and hoping for the day I would share in your joys and disappointments. But now, years later, that time has gone and I am worried I will not be able to make the memory take shape for you, or that I will leave you with the wrong impression.