Weathering the Week: Forwards and Backwards

(Outside Candlelight LCS/2008)

It's Friday. It's been a stormy week. I clear my head. I keep the overhead lights off. I grab the blue lighter. I ignite the scentless white candle in the clear glass. The clear glass that is held by the swirly wrought iron candle holder. I pause. I get lost in candlelight for a moment. I pause. I look at the page and start to type. I hear the wind rustle and the thunder rumble. I write. I see a flash of lightning out of both corners of my eyes.

I pause.

I see a flash of lightning out of both corners of my eyes. I write. I hear the thunder rumble and the wind rustle. I start to type and look at the page. I pause. I get lost in candlelight for a moment. I pause. The clear glass that is held by the swirly wrought iron candle holder. I admire the scentless white candle in the clear glass. I ignore the blue lighter. I keep the overhead lights off. I clear my head. It's been a stormy week. It's Friday.