A string of twinkle lights
Sometimes when things feel dark, I remember how much I love the streetlamps on our street. They’re storybook beautiful. Like streetlamps from yesteryear.
It makes me so happy to see care and detail woven into their design, when so much of suburbia is straight lines and straight up ugliness.
I think of how that light up there, emerging with the dusk, ignites a little light in me too. And I start to string together other moments from my days that also twinkle with warmth and hope.
The way Lumi says, ‘Love oo honey-Mum!’
The encouraging text from a friend that arrived at just the right moment.
Our first homegrown strawberry for the season after oodles of work.
A nest full of baby birds at our back door.
Jarrod’s consistency of kind words and generous observations.
The stranger who moved his car forward to make it easier for me to exit the parking bay, when he heard me say I was nervous in our new car.
The police car that saw us staring, and stopped and waved at the girls and flashed their lights for us.
I bring these moments together to form a string of lights that get brighter with every small addition. Keeping me company until dawn breaks again.
If I stay close to them long enough, an exchange occurs.
If I keep looking to this collection of tiny moments and encounters, slowly I notice… the twinkle is back in my own eye.
What moments are making up your string of twinkle lights?
x
Lysette