When The Cities Died, I Danced.
A COUPLE OF DAYS AFTER the cities died, I was there.
Dancing.
Whether it was appropriate or not, there was no one there to care.
I had things to celebrate and this was my way.
Because I and my family were still alive. And perhaps it was a wake for those who weren't.
It wasn't a sad occasion, but joyous.
I made the trip on my recharging electric pedal-bike. Pedal up hills and go as fast as you can down to recharge. Meanwhile, you get a lot of exercise. Fresh air and all that. Some sunshine, but not too much.
There's so much to take in about what happened.
That was probably another reason I was out there dancing.
It took months to figure out what happened. The common description was the dark times, or Dark Age. Whether people wanted to call it a New
