Circle in the dark

I went to one of the many candlelight peace vigils. This one took place in my neighborhood in Precita Park. About 200 people eventually showed up, shielding their candles from the gusty wind. Sara and Martha showed up and kept relighting my candle when it went out. "There are more people in Dolores Park," Sara said. "But they have drumming."

Drumming: feh. There was no drumming in Bernal Heights, just a little ad hoc singing of the peace song repertoire. Being godless San Franciscans, attendees changed the words to "He's Got the Whole World In His Hands" to "I've Got the Whole World in My Hands."

"Isn't that the point of the song," Martha asked, "that you don't have the whole world in your own hands?"