There is this mystical quality to light.
Light plays around us and with us.
Sometimes, if you look very closely, light shines from within us out towards others, reflected in the small gestures we do for others, in the way we forgive a slight, in the blind interpretation of someone else's behavior to be benign, and especially in those moments of true generosity of spirit, giving of yourself just because.
In the moments that are our darkest, there will always be the tiniest of glowing sparks yet alive.
Waiting for the thinnest breeze.