light in darkness
i write in morse code. a series of dots and dashes, patterned with hidden messages and secret meanings. it’s a sort of shield to catch too much truth before it spills. yes, these are dark days. yes, there is more to that. yes, there is a new moon and we are spinning towards the equinox ever so slowly.
i stand under this tree holding his hand. we spin ourselves dizzy. it’s an austin tradition, and one i do with thousands of others each year because i secretly hope i can spin my wish into reality. as if a string of bokeh holiday lights can make a wish come true.
he laughs and i stumble and i lose track of who is adult and who is child.
please join me at shutter sisters today and read more on how i try to find the light while surrounded by darkness.