Here we are again, on the edge between light and dark.
As velvet darkness hugs in closer, we cherish the flashes of light.
A stream of sunshine setting still-hanging leaves ablaze.
Enormous autumn moons.
Fuchsia sky as we tip, eastward, toward the sun.
The flicker inside the pumpkin.
Smiling windows along our street.
Happiness shining out.
Brightness, far away, but hopeful as a lighthouse.