Arms stretched out, I grasp the air, hold it, embrace it, till it becomes the company I have been looking for... Can I really touch it? It's fluid, cold yet alive. In turn soft velvet and steely ice. Instinctively I feel that it is somehow a part of me, not linked to me by something as palpable as human flesh, but by tender tendrils of mist, invisible strings. It is a part of my head, a part of my heart. In the darkness I can see a shimmer of light spark within it, flickering almost imperceptibly with an anxious unsteady rhythm. Small and fragile, it is the light that I need, and need to strengthen, in the harsh world of the working (wo)man... It is my self confidence. |