Darkness. For miles. But just when it feels overpowering: a light. Faint at first, small. But it steadily grows closer, rippling the water around it. It glides above, too strong to be brought down by anything around it. And they try. They reach for it, grabbing, trying to bring it down. Trying to bring her down. But she doesn't fall. Instead she grows stronger, brighter, sending wave after wave out to those around her. Then she reaches me. Light. My life is filled with love. Hope. A rainbow of colors intertwine in her wake, playing with me and wrapping around me. I am not alone. Because of her, I now have light. Peace. Her smile exudes brilliance to the world around me. Her unfailing optimism replenishes me. She does not know it, but she is the one holdin gme, my existence, together. And then, she passes by. The interaction is over, her rainbows swirling up around me and then dissolving. But I am changed. There is no longer darkness. I have a faint light. Small, yes, but enough to extinguish the cold around me. Only a spark, but enough to be fanned into a flame. Though she is not with me, I feel her. I feel her love and her support. And although I am alone, I will no longer ever truly be alone. Because I am new. I am no longer afraid of the dark. I am not alone.