There’s a certain comfort found in the dark and nowhere else.
You just have to let it settle, a blanket creating the unknown; darkness cast to make the known unknown. For a time, rest. Simply feel the air around you, before venturing towards the next glow again.
Between crossing lonesome lands, Aizia finds herself at a shallow lake where the leaves are turning over into brilliant golds. There’s something illusory but unmistakable about this point. Water flows, trees regrow, and a warmth envelopes with vigor. Letting the breeze carry her movements, she quietly watches the sky clear up. She wants to dance across the water, guard down for a moment. Perhaps she will.
2021
