She didn’t wait for me to answer; simply turned around and headed back to the guesthouse, taking her light with her as she left. I watched her go for too long, as though I could see the particles she left in her wake. I wanted to grab each one and hold them close. But they were like fireflies. If you kept them captive, they’d die. All you could do was relish having them swirl around you in the moments they graced you with their presence.
