There’s something new about celebrating something so old, and he’s making sure that they follow every single instruction – down to the very last details that have been written and forgotten.
This is how they remember their heritage. This is how everything feels right again, and he can’t stop smiling, not today, not tonight. Not for the rest of the week, and his face hurts, but this is the kind of pain he can welcome with honest arms.
His flocks and herds of lambs, goats and cattle are almost all gone now, and he feels strangely liberated, as if he’s just barely floating off the ground. He’s watching everyone return to a moment in the past and become living ghosts again.
They’re all becoming legends of old, and there’s nothing he would trade for this.