Water was her favourite companion; they never seemed to tire of playing and dancing together.
Envious, i sought my own fluidity. Heedless that one day i, too, would evaporate.
Stepping outside one December afternoon i was surprised at how early it had gotten dark. "I prefer it," the light confessed. "The less distracted you are by what you see, the more quality time we get to spend together." Pausing on the front porch i had to admit it was true: i lost sight of her far too easily just by seeing.