Rekindling

I've claimed my corner of the library and have plans to watch the days tick by. I take comfort in the pen on paper, the highlighter yellow and pink and purple brightening my page. The sky is dark now, but tonight we light another candle. Tonight another spark will burn.

December chill is in the air. I feel it. I feel the cold and the wind and the moments of unease. The clock is running and the time is flying and I'm still taking baby steps.

I am determined not to fail.

You see, there's so much light between cracked corners. There's so much warmth in a friendly stare, in a gentle touch, in a laughing voice across the miles. Currents lace from me to you and I know Winter must mean well.