And a ray of light shines through the dark room. But light needs no source for it simply exists where there is no darkness. For darkness is devoid of light. Where light exists, darkness fades away.
And a horse gallops through the night. But it must hurry for night turneth to day soon. The sun will rise soon, and with it hopes and exciting prospects of a brand new day. Friendships to be discovered, renewed, revived, or lost. Wounds to be healed. Love to be lost. Love to be found.
And a unicorn glides through the forest. The creatures all stop and stare at such mesmerizing beauty. One horn to rule them all. One horn to distract them all, and make them do her bidding.
And laughter to rule the day.
And a rainbow gently pierces the clouds and radiates through the sky. A kaleidoscope of colors. Children point up and tug at their fathers' sleeves, and murmur and stare, hypnotized. Babies look at it, from their resting place on their mothers' shoulders, look away and then look back at it again, curious at this strange phenomenon.
And a glass sits on my desk, a drop of water perched precariously on the edge. A slight draft of wind and it would lean over and slide. But for now, it remains there, undecided, unmoved, and in no hurry to go downwards.
And the eagle looks down from his nest, as people below scurry about to and fro. Full of worries, full of things to do and to be done which were meant to have been done the day before. No time to think, no time to rest.
And love to start the night.
