Night Light.

This is a lightning strike on the cliff last night.

It pretty much summed up for me what life is. 

You wake up, and you can see a little bit of…something. 

Then you can see a little bit more.

 Then…it’s big and bright, and you can see everything.

  

Then, it starts to darken slightly.

…& things settle in. 

Then they fade slightly…

& a little more…

& a little more…

More, more more…

& then they light up again, not as strongly as before, but still basically all there…

& then they fade again. 

A little more…

& a little more…

Until there is nothing but a little pinprick of light in the darkness. 

It looks a bit like a star. 

That…is the tiniest trace of your existence. 

A hint…the slightest hint from a great distance…evidence you were here. 

Although long gone…

There is a sign in the sky you were here. 

It’s not much…

But it’s there. 

All pretty insignificant, really. 

So…just do your best. 

It’s a mad house…

The odds are stacked against you, and the house always wins.

So…do your best with what you have…

& try not to be too much of a prick,

A pin prick in the night sky.