An expression of our selves, a moment in time, frozen forever in memory.
I like to play among the shadows,
to slip between them,
and play hide-and-seek with the light.
I like to watch the light grow
into the spaces
the shadows leave behind.
With a new winter, comes the first snow,
bright and fresh and full of promise
like the first blossom on a new flower.
I dream in yellow.
I dream of the sunshine
that breaks through on cloudy days.
I dream of a vast brilliance
that lights up the world.
I dream of a small yellow house
down by the sea
where my heart soars free.
In the midst of so many short and often cloudy days, sometimes a little bit of light is all that’s needed to light our way.