Chapter 1 

At the first strains I know I am headed to a familiar place, a good place. I will lay in wait there and take my eyes away for a moment and imagine that I have dreamt it all and I’m preparing to wake up. There will be a happy gathering. I knew they were here! I knew they would come! I would cry for joy and join them and we’d talk about our adventures and look out over the river and know heaven. The first strains. By the end I was transfixed with no imagining. I was on a table of slate and she was feeling me from a small cup. And I would know her kindness, her laugh, her excitement as she told her tales grateful at least one was listening.

David Eide
January 24, 2014