Chasing lights

I dreamed I was chasing the lights…

I had the same dream last night. The lights beckoned me to the cold dark forest.

I followed.

I remember I’d get lost in the woods. On cold winter evenings, I’d walk through unknown roads, meandering through thoughts, I’d forget to wonder where the road led.

And then I’d see those lights. Children of the night, flickering and dancing to a strange rhythm. The wind howled and screamed, a stubborn old fella who needed to cause a ruckus every now and then to let the world know of his presence. The lights would sing and dance in unison and I’d join in that solitary song of the night.

Tonight, I am a spectator. Tonight my memories play on an old television set, vintage, broken, nostalgia in black and white.

Nights like this, I wish I could chase those lights again…


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