Spirits of the Bath

The darkness echoes through the halls and stairs where the

laughs and voices of the forgotten used to stretch. Then a

splash into the neglected reservoir, filled with its enchanted

waters, recalls the immortal spirits back to being. The chatter

of the gaggle of women sitting gracefully in magnificent

tunics, on the edge, the pitter-patter of children's sandals

hitting the stone slabs while they play, and the men boasting

of their strength and talents, draped in splendid, woolen

fabrics. The spring trickles through the walls of the caves

through mud and stone, until finally pooling in its place,

forever serving its purpose for the shadows at the bath

house.

Author's Note: On a tour of the UK, I had the opportunity to tour the ancient Roman baths of Bath, England. The visit inspired me to write about the shadows and spirits of the place

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