Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow,
Though often we may find ourselves locked down, in dark. Below.
Held tight, under fury, in darkness and in pain;
Like snowfall, heavy, dark: smothered but comforting.
No daylight can reach us, no light and no rescue,
Overwhelmed by temper, and locked inside red hue.
When temperature gently rises, in a moment not yet seen
Only then, unnoticed, are we ...
A glowing light appeared in the water. At least, she thought it was in the water. In the darkness, it was difficult to see where the sea ended and the dark night sky began.
It was just a tiny pin prick of light, on the far horizon.
She stood, transfixed, unable to take her eyes off of that light. How long had she been there? She couldn’t say. She inhaled a long, deep breath. Salt. Seaweed. Ozone....