I walk around the park in the dusky evening of this sweet
September day listening to The Aeneid in the clear deep tones of a great
storyteller. And as he paints a picture
of Queen Dido I am completely charmed!
I feel myself walking taller than other women; surrounded by
my choirs of nymphs and guards. I
practically smell the incense and air as we ascend to listen to the pleas of my
people, to dispense justice, to be a queen!
I feel strong and beautiful and then my heart nearly breaks
it is so filled with love for this beautiful boy before me! I know Aeneus will leave, that I will throw
myself onto the pyre and die, but I want that to change. I want a happy ending!
Slowly the story moves on and I come back to earth, back to
the dark little park here in the heartland where Venus and Cupid and all the
other gods and goddesses do not walk, or if they do it is so disguised that I
do not know them.
And then my feet begin to ache and I am just me walking in
the dark after a long day, ready to go home and have a cup of tea.
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