I’m standing in front of the charred remains of the theatre. All the sets, costumes and backdrops are nothing more than smouldering soot and ash.
Let me stand and stare a wee while longer.
I’ll get tired of looking at it soon enough, and then we can set about rebuilding.
It won’t take as long because at least we know what we need to construct this time.
The vision remains even if the props don’t.
When the inferno raged and destroyed all around, it wasn’t the end, only a setback.
We just start again, as we always do.
But I need to stare just a wee while longer.