Look to the sky. Look to the sea. Look unto the heaviness of the land. You can dance if you have the time, but only if you search amid the wreckage of a long-remembered past. There, in the lilies and the moonlight lie the shadows of the world you left behind.

Like lotus eaters on an island in the sea, you travel with Giovanni and Heracles, while the world around you dances. Dance then, for the life you look to be is spinning nearer than your half-expectant reveries. And lo, the answers of Hannah’s upward-looking eyes draw yours too, if you’ll let them go. Look up, then. Look up like Hannah did so long ago. Dance, look up, and see that clouds are lifting.