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Allow me to set the scene because I am almost certain that it was a show that I found myself in the other night.

The residue of light, darkness, and the reappearance of the sky. All of this under the whispering breeze of the tree branches on the cold park bench on the campus of McGill University.

There I was with a ghost, although I did not know it at the time.

We met outside the Aikido dojo that I spied from the tour bus earlier that day. Only the time was not quite right for me to train so I watched practise from outside. An exchange of comments with a local bystander led to my acquaintance with Lazarus.

Thoughts poured into poetry and the evening never ended. Rather it blended henceforth. We would make our way down to the port before our final showdown at McGill. It happened quite suavamente, naturally spontaneous.

I had an awakening of some sort there under the trees. It was rather fascinating. All night long my mysterious friend had been dropping clues of his real identity.

I was, as my sister will duly attest, not really listening. Rather I was playing the part in mind that seemed to fit the situation. There was a sense of impending connexion between us and a suggestion, if you will, to put some tangibility to it.

Same birthday and we share also the same result of an injury to the front tooth on the right side. No mere coincidence. It was a telling sign. There was much more but I was already in dis-belief.

The saying goes that you cannot love another until you love yourself and if this ghost was just a mere manifestation of me beckoning for love, then I have to pay more attention to how I mind myself.

Of course, there was more. Another calling to extend beyond the present programming to which I commit. So I heed the summons but there is no one there now. I look and NOW I listen.

The problem is that I cannot see. It is beyond the usual range of senses. Surely, I gave my contact data to him but somehow he did not give his to me. And I found THAT itself to be a curiosity.

I wait for the call but a new day brings new energy and washes away the majesty of the day before. There was no sleep that night so I could have very well been dreaming.

No call nor no message to indicate otherwise. I suspect that it would be better not to wait because he did say it was time to move on.