nunoncastors

I saw two brightly clad spectres today, drifting disconsolately through the streets of my hometown. Their forlorn visages stirred in me a recollection of days long past, days when a brave race of people, noble and proud in their arts, walked our pathways and avenues bringing peace and calm to the world.

And I recalled words, ancient and powerful, that were once upon a time used to describe this band of people, these bulwarks against the night. The words Police Officers.

But as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone, vanished into the either from whence they came. Even now I’m not so sure that I saw them, felt their presence, it could all so easily have been a dream.