Light Ahead

Photo: Sue Vincent


After weeks of gray and thistles and ceaseless wind that scraped her raw, there was light.

She could scarcely believe it at first.

The cloud cover had been so complete for so long that she’d began wondering if there was even a real sun still behind it. The revolutions of soupy daylight and inky nights felt equally murky as every step became oppressive. She had waking dreams of being lost inside a massive warehouse, a mouse in a maze, endlessly seeking an exit yet seeing none.

She wondered whether there was still use in trying. She was oh so tired.

Now there was a break. The sky spawned a cavity and the leaden heavens began to dissipate. She could discern a layer of ease in the distance.

And light, streaming like caressing fingers ahead. Showing the way home.




Note: Dedicated to the all-too-many who are staggering through their personal wilderness, caught in the molasses of gloom, and thinking of giving up — keep on, hold on. There’s light ahead, and we’re leaving it on for you.

For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto challenge



24 thoughts on “Light Ahead

  1. .ืžื ื—ื ื•ืžืขื•ื“ื“
    …ื”ื’ื™ืข ื‘ื“ื™ื•ืง ื‘ื™ื•ื ืงื•ื“ืจ ื•ื—ื•ืจืคื™ ืœืžื“ื™ ืขื‘ื•ืจื™

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    • Thanks, Dale.
      Yes, I think we probably all had our time in the darkness, under gray skies we weren’t sure still held light behind or will ever part to show it. And yet …
      May there always be hope held, and left, and rewarded …

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