You Must Remember

I remember the last fall. A lot of us do. This impending sense of doom we share is not so much a fear, but a recollection sparked by the many signs now marking this time. In preparation for our return, we set alarms disguised as traumas to wake us up at the appointed time. Painful but necessary clues to let us know it’s time to get into position. We were told that it would be chaotic and that the distractions would be fierce. Years of training in the temple imprinted strict methods to help stay focused. The incense. The bells. The oils. The candles. They serve multiple purposes but mostly they are triggers to help us remember.