what we found there was a rectangular patch of light stretched out against us like a short blanket we have long outgrown.
we watched it strain to cover our heads and toes, struggle to offer the protection we forgot to remember.
and in that moment we were suffused with great sorrow, a quiet lament for that starving light that failed to feed.
so we brought our toes in— assumed contorted positions— offered shady reassurances.
and huddled together beneath that fragile light—that infinitely fragile light—we found one last petal of peace before it surrendered a yawn and faded into darkness.