Circa Circa

If he had walked one thousand years ago, a roman centurion, on a path through a wood fraught with danger, had he stopped short instead of taking that next step, pierced through by an arrow, if he had smiled at the girl in the market and not moved on silently as if he didn't care, if he hadn't opened the letter sealed in wax he would have had a very different life, longer and more fulfilling, only if and if and then, he would have lived a very different life.