It seems that extraordinarily lucky things only happen in fairy tales;
Fireflies that light your way home when you are lost,
A magical godmother that turns your rags into a magnificent dress.
There is a danger in not recognising the clues that signal hope;
I saw the signal in the reflection of the fire on a river bank, it was vividly fierce,
The water and the fire existed so well together.
Like the sun light on the red couch, on the dog’s back that makes his breaths peaceful.
Or the reflection of bright wood that lights up the room and makes my sea-shell ring glow.
We too, glow when light is reflected upon us.
Everything glows. Everything wants to light up in the dark.