It was a warm sun-dappled day.  Apples were in full bloom about them, and a tiny chipmunk peeped in the trees.  Little birds scuttled about the twiggy forest.  The leaves spoke of untold mystery that was soon to be told!

"So… how've you been?"  Harry spoke, an uneasy tone settling into his manly child's voice.  The bespectacled young man learned many melodious songs from the sounds of the miniscule atoms blowing about his head, while he waited for the one sitting across from him to reply.

The other person did not reply.   Not yet.  Instead his critical gaze swept over the foggy bend. "I quite like this place."  He said at last.  "It reminds me of my childhood, when my mammy would bake warm apple pies and squeeze fresh prune juice out of the young saplings on a summer's day."  He sighed and said no more.

"Ok, that's cool."  Harry nodded encouragingly.  But before he could say more, the other person did!

"I was young then."  He continued thoughtfully.  "With a firm supple body and hair that smelled faintly of roses.  Alas, those were the days long gone… where are they now?   WHERE ARE THEY NOW?!!"  He paused for a moment, recollecting himself and his thoughts.  "I can only gaze back into the black abyss.  The corridor of my life, from which I came, because I lived there and traveled many days yonder.  Alack!  Wherefore art thou now fair spring time?!  I would tear thee asunder before I would let thou slippest from my grasp again."

Harry nodded knowingly.  "That is so tragic, I completely understand.  I too have tasted the bitter bowel of knowledge in my wandering eye.  I too understand."

The two men smiled in agreement.  Their days of war were over, and soon to come may be a new tomorrow, being today!

THE END