Coming back out of the darkness as the winter begins to fade. It is always the mornings that matter. Dark mornings seem to be still held in the hand of the night. You can feel the fingers of darkness holding onto the world unwilling to let go, holding it close so that things like distances and horizons are no longer possible, darkness keeps us within itself.
Even when the light had wrestled the day from the hand of night, darkness still lurks there, its fingers reaching into the shadows and dark places ready to take hold again.
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