HOWLED

…and then you realize that the sun in your face was once a desired necessity from your yearning eyes to see again, yet, in January, I remember those long short days where stepping from one stair to the other in fast pace without wanting to move, but oh, how we desired the touch of a friend, a candle lit on a table for you, a dinner for five – laughter that kept the light alive to survive those darknesses in each of us alike.