Like a delicate veil fluidly drifting down the back of a beautiful bride it caught our attention.
Mesmerized with wonderment we watched our landscape turn into a fluffy marshy mallow.
It was quiet, dark, glowing, and magical. No one felt lost or suffocated. It didn’t make us loose our way. It was a thick shag carpet illuminated by the increasing darkness.
Two stand together enveloped by magic
Light and dark dance around them.
From the moment I saw those two trees I knew it was Daddy and I. He the taller, darker, on the right. We have weathered many a storm. That night we were surrounded by magic as we held hands and I took him to my world.
For some there are days, starting with the moment they wake up, they feel like they are in a constant battle with their mind. The bad thoughts. They may ask did I even go to sleep? The world can seem so dark and mallow. It is dark. A cold foggy night could be a black lagoon. Nothing but a brackish mire. Those moments of joy when we can hold hands and I feel myself sparking his flickering light- those are precious. He gives me so much in return