When you find yourself converging at a monument on Elgin
Under threatening skies (of varying pending kinds)
Convening with kindred souls
And embark on a journey
That winds its way through major thoroughfares
And Market ways
Buoyed by honks of solidarity
Comforting to know that along for the ride
Is one wee spider anchored on to the sign you're holding
'Activism is not a crime'
Block upon block upon block
Wee achranid hangs on
Deposited gently just before Sussex
One of the best fortunes of all time (so far):
'Never wear your best pants when you go to fight for freedom'
But always bring your best totem friends when you go to fight for freedom