Lighting the path ahead

Torch // WEEK TWENTY-SIX

As we begin to live with light, like a child.

This is a tent.

A small blue tent, pitched in the garden to start with because that is how these things begin, cautiously, in the known, before moving outward into the unknown. In the garden first. Then further.

Inside the tent, a torch. You cannot see the torch. You can only see what it does - the blue fabric made luminous, glowing from within, a small made thing holding its own light against the vastness of a New Zealand night.