It came to pass, after many moons of quiet, that our once-merry circle did awaken from its slumber, not by some grand summons nor weighty cause, but by that subtle restlessness which steals upon the idle hour; and though none would plainly confess it, each felt the day too still, the air too empty, and so a single message—light as a pebble tossed into a pond—did stir the waters, drawing forth replies swift and warm, until the chamber of our discourse, long silent, was filled again with mirth, jest, and the easy company of friends, which, though born of no urgent need, proved reason enough to restore the life we had let sleep.