The Light We Carry

There are nights when the way forward is not revealed all at once. It appears beneath one careful step, then another, a narrow brightness held against the dark.

She moves through the quiet without needing the whole journey to be known. The moon does not illuminate everything. It offers enough light for the next threshold, enough silence to hear what fear has been obscuring.

Perhaps solitude is not always emptiness. Sometimes it is the space where direction returns, where the self gathers its scattered pieces and remembers that uncertainty is not the same as being lost.

Walk gently. Let the unseen path remain unseen for now.