It's been a long time.
A really long time. And sometimes it feels like forever and sometimes it feels like a fleeting breath. A whisper into the wind.
And sometimes there's fire and sometimes there's water and sometimes wet earth and cloying winds. A sultry summer's day. Too sultry maybe. Too still. Sometimes.
But when I need to climb into that hole and pull the darkness over me, you are that darkness. Gentle and velvet and soft and protective.
And the light I see when I open my eyes.