The circle of blood on the ground around him was growing.

As more arrived, the circle grew wider, three and four deep in some places.

The circles grew into spheres and blinked from one color to another.

The circle grew smaller as the kids closed in.

The circle grew still, as though out of respect for a ritual.

The circles under her eyes grew almost as he watched.

The circle of light grew smaller and even brighter as they approached.

The circle of women had grown beyond the immediate family.

And yet, the circle of men around him grew.

He felt the circle grow clear and steady once more.