The virtual exchanges were all initiated by me, I realize now. Those quick, fast hearted chats and emails were all I had to keep my blood pumping in those days. You came back, though, a few months later after my will had perished, to tell me you were having a beer downstairs and to join. Your terms. I am sustained by your distant longing, enveloping every bend of my legs and arms. It braces my regular movements and insulates me. My buffer, the transcendant and irreplaceable first magick light.