just remember 'til your dream appears
He’s back early - by an hour, maybe, and Henry is still out. Alexander feels lightheaded (he wants him to meet his mother - two weeks ago he was still half-terrified - happy is an understatement), and in the dying amber light of the evening, he decides to take leave from the motel and find some private place to pray.
Incense and fire, a print-out of his business specs, and the watch he’s been wearing for the trip. It’s pointed and humble; father Zeus, who guides us, father Zeus, who watches over us in our work, who punishes thieves, who gives us strength. Alexander has much to be thankful for. He presses the cloying ash between his hands and lets it fall, murmuring his prayers in a long-dead language that seems so alive when fallen from his lips.
Incense and fire, a print-out of his business specs, and the watch he’s been wearing for the trip. It’s pointed and humble; father Zeus, who guides us, father Zeus, who watches over us in our work, who punishes thieves, who gives us strength. Alexander has much to be thankful for. He presses the cloying ash between his hands and lets it fall, murmuring his prayers in a long-dead language that seems so alive when fallen from his lips.