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  • The air is calm, silent. Darkness has a tendency to make things more serene than they really are. Sometimes lifeless. Darkness is a concealment, a covering, a canopy.

    I stopped for a moment and could hear what I could not see. The sound of a dear walking slowly through the trees. A squirrel disrupting the leaves, the crickets simple symphony, the branches turning over in their quiet sleep as the wind brushes by.

    Then I strolled, hand-in-pocket, into the dim, off white screen cast by the bulb hanging above. The bulb cover has been dirtied from years of exposure to the elements but it shines on faithfully, illuminating an otherwise dark path; an otherwise calm frenzy. I look down and see little bugs crawly quickly from here to there, I look up and see the leaves shivering at the touch of the cool breeze. I pull my jacket closed and bring the zipper from bottom to top.

    Oh, how the darkness deceives us into believing that all is calm and asleep. I wonder just how much goes on behind that canopy that I don't see. I'm thankful for the light, it reminds me that darkness cannot kill the life, it only covers it. I just need to shine the light that uncovers it.
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