I sat in the dark, recognizing the rarity of this moment—peace, magic, beauty, stillness aligned perfectly.
I sat in the dark, recognizing the rarity of this moment—peace, magic, beauty, stillness aligned perfectly.
Each room, the lights turned off. It’s habit—a faint closeness, my father’s lesson. I never told him God left them on all night for me.
Hope is what has always survived in me—spinning dark threads into light, guiding me forward.