It tried again. That stupid, sneaky darkness. It hides and waits and watches. For that moment of vulnerability.
The moment when too many things are going wrong. That moment when I haven't had enough sleep or healthy food. That moment when I'm feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Then it starts its dance. Its entrancing, bewitching motion. It weaves and undulates. It sedates. And it pulls and welcomes.
Tonight it tried again.
But this time I saw it for what it was. This time I remembered who I was. Where I'd been. What I'd done. All I'd learned.
And this time I won.
Isn't the light beautiful?