I get my little space age light on.
There.
It's really bright.
I didn't realize.
OK.
"Don't worry.
Darkness always accuses us of falling on purpose.
You know how to bulldoze me back up these hills.
What does darkness know of light filling your navel
in the middle of the afternoon?
We have not lost our place in line.
Shaking off the cold.
Let's get this garden planted.
Give our fruit away to one another.
Why keep it?
It's just too lonely."