36 - Sessions of sweet silent thought

As the sun sets over Gwair, the companions return from their travels. The storms throw down heavy rains, but songs of yesterday buzz in their memories. True, the prosecco is largely to blame, but the old memories still weave their own magic, and they are transported back decades to simpler, more peaceful times, when certainties were certainties. One by one, the celebrants make their way to bed, and each crafts individual dreams in which present, past and future meld into glorious impossible images of fantasy worlds where peace throws a soothing cover across age-old conflicts. Night falls, and gradually amidst maudlin thoughts, all losses are restor'd and sorrows end.