"No" she breathed over her shoulder. Her breath sighed with gratitude. "Never will anything mean more." Her sigh dissipated in golden air, "never will I turn away from a light that brings this sort of love."
It's the power of what reaches beyond the coming and going everyday.
Outside of social structure and even biological structure of days and weeks, of stages of life. Existing eternal, and absolute, with less concern for all this temporary stuff that we hold onto like it won’t end.
As though every impermanence of each individual life passed on earth can be punctured and the infinite can be let through.
