Almost a year had passed since that infamous day in which Showay’s Life was
endangered. He was now as settled as he could be in the new rental property
which lay in a small, relatively quiet town. One thing he certainly injoyed
about this place was the adjoining city park, which afforded him and
Breye-yendeze nice walks as well as a reduced number of neighbors.
These months had been a time of rest and respite, as well as of much needed
cleansing which resulted, among other things, in greater clarity of perception.
He had been a little concerned about his lack of "productivity" yet Aurora
reassured him that while his "spring fever" had lasted longer than ordinary, it
was not of concern.
"Just before the bursting forth of flowering in Nature", she explained to an
attentive Showay, "comes a brief dormancy which is creative and contemplative
in Nature. Allow such moments in your life my good friend, for they have a
purpose and design in your life".
