She Brings Light

Some dogs in the distance were barking. The wind was blowing, making the windows rattle at times, making the chimes outside the front door ring.

It's cold, she said. Can you hear it?

She sat for a moment on the couch looking about the room.

I'm getting sleepy, she said, rubbing her hands on the legs of her pajamas.

Then she turned to me.

Isn't that candle pretty? she asked, nodding to the mantle where she had put a tall candle with primrose images on the sides. I think I'll light it. And she stood to go find a match.

She brings light into my life.

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