Darkness is not my friend. I need light. It makes me comfortable. Especially when I arrive home late on a half moon night and find my home covered in an inky cloak. Allegedly the weather was to blame. Temperamental thunder spells made a wrong connection and left me in the dark.
It felt as if the neighbourhood deserted me. Could I be the last woman standing? A little wishful thinking to make me more appreciative about all the luxuries I have. Just as unexpectedly darkness turned into light in the small hours of the morning and all got better.