we unpacked our survival suits, much like wet suits, unzipped them and threw them over. as they fluttered down they looked like human shapes swirling above the clouds. i can only imagine someone on the ground watching them swoop downwards, and i wonder if tales of banshees were told that night.
from every village and town, farm and roadside, the flash of mirrors sparkled up at us. everybody was shining mirrors, it seemed, everybody. so were we.
from every village and town, farm and roadside, the flash of mirrors sparkled up at us. everybody was shining mirrors, it seemed, everybody. so were we.