Streetlight through the crack in the curtain... on this dark January night, I see you.
You are artificial, yet you give off a subtle and warm orange glow, merging with the mist on my window panes. You'll keep me awake, I think, as I move to close the curtain. But I stop, as it dawns on me that artificial as you are, you remind me of something important.
You are light.
You gently illuminate the cold and damp street below. You are part of earthly life; we all take you for granted, but we would be lost without you. At those times when I am shaken awake by a nightmare, there you are welcoming me back to my safe reality through the crack in the curtains.
When I'm gone, will I remember you?
Will I look back with appreciation on any of life's small, seemingly insignificant details? Will I miss you if I remember you, for symbolising so acutely how precious my life was when it was... this?What it is now?
Will I give anything in my power to be laying in this comfortable bed, contemplating your existence and marvelling at how a tiny detail can jolt me into awareness of how precious life is?
I think I will appreciate you now, just in case.