I am the mysteries of the night and the truths of the morning.
I am the cup of cocoa gone cold sitting on the side table.
I am the blanket wrapped around your shoulders when the bitter cold seeps through the windows.
I am light, and I am darkness, both beautifully brilliant and powerful.
I am the flickering flames in the fireplace, a warmth of love and great power contained only in a small box, wildly beautiful and dangerous.
I am the sunlight on the floorboards and the biting wind that whips across your face.
My soul reflects the last light of autumn in all the twinkling stars of winter’s first night.
// October 18, 2017—I am.