A metaphor, of course. I took a look at some blogs. Did I stop for a time?
I noticed her in passing. Almost went by without noticing her at all. She was engaged in conversation with some people - some *other* people - and I do have a sense of what's appropriate. So I tell myself. But something about her. So I stopped, at a discreet distance to, well, to watch her.
Oh. Well, that's not entirely true. I left her a note. This note, in fact. To the Queen of Light and Joy - from the dark Knave of Despair.