Tea candles in the dark. Glistening. That's all we have to look at. They shut down the power. They took away our interweb. So we just sit in the dark, wordless, and watch the candles burn out. Sizzle candles. Sizzle sizzle. Pop crackle flash. Soon it will be dark. And we'll just have our collective breathing and the honks of horns on the highways to keep us company. Come the light, we'll wake up worlds away and forget the silent hours we spent watching the flames lick the air, dancing to some unheard march that only the burning can understand.

Photo - N
Words - S