Sometimes my life gets dark. The sun fades behind clouds. The dark before the dawn stretches on. I fold in on myself, unable to see my hand waving in front of my face.
But then, in a corner of my life, there’s a whoosh and a flare. A flickering candle of friendship.
A friend calls me and won’t let me just say that I’m “okay.”
The darkness quivers.
A friend can tell that something is wrong by a word on a computer screen.
The darkness shakes.
A friend asks me what I’m doing despite her own darkness.
The darkness breaks.
A friend hugs me.
The darkness lightens.
A friend makes me laugh.
The darkness wavers.
A friend prays.
The darkness scatters.
A friend loves.
The darkness flees.