The Candle of Life

Much has happened over the past six weeks.

On some days it seemed as if it were too much for one human to handle...and on the night before everything changed, I sat contentedly with a candle, a glass of merlot, and "The Moody Blues."

Stolen moments - soft candlelight, night-time images on the walls and ceilings...

giving way to the day's harsh glare, my mother's illness, and the tough decisions that the candle, only hours before, had pushed into the shadows...

It's better now.

So... maybe I should buy a new candle, and celebrate.