VIII
Eight points of light dance across my desk as the sun shines this morning. The light spills over me as I am writing. Light refracted through the crystal hanging against the glass – today I feel small like these eight pinpoints of light and colour. I am moving with them, dancing and turning slowly as the sun passes through the sky. I realized just now, that it is in the sunshine that I talk with you most. I send words and thoughts along the rays of light, with the hope that somehow they will reach you and be heard.
My only gift to you today would be those rays of light, so that you could hear that I miss you.
L.
