Oct 26

Once a year


We gather, silent for all but murmurs as the lights rise to the sky. It happens once a year and the breathtaking beauty stays with us forever.

Glowing, erie. Spinning, gracefully. Spiraling, higher. Waltzing, twirling. Diving, swiftly. Dancing, frenzied. Leaping, brightly. Swirling, slowly. Fading fragilely.  Whispering, memories.