In the moment of silence (of which us women rarely obtain), the flicker of the candle placed strategically in my line of view does more than burn.
The flame has its own way of dancing around the glass jar like it is in its own world. Its own world of serenity and safety. It is at this moment in time that I wonder, by allowing a brief thought of something completely different than the daily importance’s that toss through my mind, if this flame has any mindfulness to not stray too close to the glass that encloses its atmosphere.
It is as if this bright tear of heat knows the strength of a material of which can be so fragile.
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