15 July 2012
He sips his wine. Setting down his glass, he stands up. Walking around his library, lit only by candles, he hums a song. I recognize the tune, and hum along with him, eventually I can't help but to sing "My first sin was a fear that made me old." . He laughs, "you know that song, do you?" I smiled. He sat back down and sipped his wine once again. His bones creaked as he moved. I told him I best be off and he bowed his top hat. He stuck out his hand for a shake. I accepted before walking out.
It is quite the day when you shake the hand of a skeleton.
The Navesink Banks • Opuss № I