This has been a trying week, with tempers flaring to the flash point. Henrik has apparently not been seen, nor heard from this week, rising doubts of his ever returning and gracing the once fine City of Aalborg.
I say once fine, as his absence has affected life everywhere in this city. The famous street, home to night life and fine dining, “The Maiden Ane’s Street” is strangely silent, with signs of boarded-up windows and falling numbers of patrons. When asked why the silence is deafening, the reply might be, “Why should we celebrate and enjoy life when the Enlightened One is gone with the wind?”
The politicians are antsy as well. The Minister of State, Lars Noose, has been feeling like the rope has been tightening around his neck, with rumors of it being the state of the political climate that has caused the current unrest. “Remember what happened in Albania, and Italy after WWII”, thus displaying the mood of the people in a truly ominous way.
Others might just credit his absence to a yearly vacation, or a Lear Jet trip to the Riviera, but others are not dissuaded so easily. “Enlightened people don’t take vacations, it is just not done!” Statements like those are the cause of the hoards of angry citizens, who have taken to waving pitchforks and scythes in the air to show their discontent. “Off to the Henrikstein Mansion on the hill!” they cried in unison, and were gone in search of someone to blame for their current troubles and woes.
I won’t claim to have had contact with either Henrik, or Sanne, but I knew that given time, they would indeed surface once again, most likely bringing the flowers of springtime, dealing out smiles to the children of Denmark.
One fanatic group has, however, made a name for itself, when it gathered together hundreds of wooden pallets, and began building a new Tower of Henrik, hoping to reach to the heavens to get the answers they demanded. They spoke in many different tongues, but not all could understand each other, being somewhat reminiscent of another, somewhat older tale that told of the same type of occurrence.
I have been asked not to add fuel to the fire by telling tall tales, or hinting of “Henrik Sightings” in order to create hope among the people, but I know that this kind of “over reaction” has occurred before, and the best thing it to ride out the storm as best as we can.
I’d like you all to remember one of Henrik’s most famous sayings,
“Remember the colors of the rainbow. They never mix together, but continue to shine as purely and as true as always!”
I would venture a bet where that saying had its origins, but I’m sure most of you out there already know who had something to do with Henrik’s pure inspiration.
See you again soon, Henrik! Wherever you now are…..