For more than a year, the page lain marked—folded corner and blue-ribbon holder—waiting to be found again. On day in April, peak of spring, he arrived again: to moment when trial, tribulation, tested hope, and lived despair delivered in reward.
She.
Again…
Face to face with focus of Destiny.
“Cosette in her shadow, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, slowly drew together these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy electricity of passion, that these two souls which were laden with love as two clouds are laden with lightning, and which were bound to overflow and mingle in a look, like the clouds in a flash of fire.”[i]
So it lived on April day beginning as sky of azure blue before becoming sudden storm: when sky and spirits trembled and Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, arrived in full announcement of electricity, passion, and inescapable overwhelming in flicker-look, no longer than a flash, that fixed two lives upon their Destinies: combined in collision and fire sign of fate.
On April day, from azure blue, Destiny appeared on arrived and fated page.
[i] Victor Hugo, “The Battle Begun,” Les Miserables.