It’s curious, that things that scare us at dusk are what inspire us at dawn.
The fog, the quiet, the shadows
as the sun falls from it’s throne in the sky, so often goes our courage.
We hide in blankets, toes wrapped tight, only our nose exposed to the monster in the closet.
There we stay, unless necessity calls us, having us run light switch to light switch, illuminating the dark spaces.
But with first light, we rise, like the sun who forgot why it fell, and we forget that what is know familiar, was once frightening. And that are monsters are now our muses.
We hardly realize what a difference a little light makes.