Fairy lights. Candlelight. Laptop screen light. Street light reflected on snow.
The light inside me is burning low.
Spent some time with my family. In the middle of life. A children's dance show, my beautiful niece did herself justice. Lots of proud fathers and beaming mothers and bored siblings in the audience. I pretended to be a part of it. I would have laughed at the dancers who were more preoccupied with twirling their pretty skirts than focusing on their dance number. But the laughter couldn't find its way to me. I could see and hear love in the voices of my family. But I could neither feel nor taste it, it stopped somewhere short. My darkness is impenetrable.
But this is just one day of sorrow. Tomorrow there will be a slight shift towards the future. A brief nuance of a brighter light.
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