To flash is to send forth light with a sudden, transient brilliancy.
A spark of life; the guts of every story from zygote to dust, each pain from light to terror of the dark, and in between relentless needs that motivate the imagination, galvanizing all actions of the body and seekings of the soul.
In the vast universe, we are a flash.
Oonah
Published in Smokelong Review
Today has been dark -- raining. Any light there was this morning had disappeared by 1:30 as we drift into the wee dark days before Christmas. The sky is battleship grey as I write this. Boris is battleship ready! It seems we sink deeper into darkness with each passing day. It's being so cheerful that keeps me going!
But there's the Christmas Tree and cards from friends and on this third Sunday of Advent, chicken dinner. Chicken dinner, I can cope with! I'll see you tomorrow -- light permitting!
