“.. every creature held its breath and the fireflies glowed brighter than they had ever glowed in their lives, each one convinced that this at last was love..” ~ Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Summer moves further away with each flicker; melts with the fading wax light. Weather, damp. Sentiment, dewy. Recalling a dubious desire with an ambiguous call to wait, the silent darkness nods.
I echo the question, “Can I get there by candlelight?”
Fragmented sadness and hope resolute came drifting in as the half moon rises on a half heart. And then the seasons said nothing at all, and there was only quietness in the summer-end glade.
Trivia: Photo taken in my room during an unscheduled power-outage, Manila, Philippines; July 2012.