Walking home, I saw light dancing on the wires of the fence.
The room small and tight; its contents so familiar they no longer speak. Outside, the distance waits with outstretched arms and enticing whispers. It’s hard to say goodbye.
There are certain spaces into which light cannot shine. These spaces are reserved for the dark only. To force light into them is destructive. Dark interiors are where most growth begins. We all started in the dark.